Page 63 of Miss Wylde and the Wynd

Except, he wasn’t asking that of her. She wanted to seduce him, which she would not do.

At the scratch on the door she nearly jumped, suddenly aware of the silence that had laid heavily between her and Damian.

He was likely uncomfortable in this situation, which was the reason she would never voice her thoughts because that would only make the tension higher and it had already been a difficult day.

Damian crossed the room and opened the door to reveal two servants. One carried a tray with their dinner and two tankards, another had the extra blankets he had requested, and a pitcher of ale.

They passed him and set their dinner on a small table and the other placed the blankets at the foot of the bed

“Thank you. We will set the dishes outside of the door when we are finished,” Damian advised.

They bobbed a curtsy and left him and Georgie alone, once again.

As the cloths were removed, her stomach grumbled and mouth watered at the sight of the roasted beef, potatoes, carrots, bread, and cheese.

At the first bite, she moaned.

Damian chuckled.

“What?”

“I have noticed that each time you partake of a meal, you often moan after the first bite.”

She blinked at him. “I most certainly do not.”

“You do.” He chuckled again. “Either each time you had been very hungry, or you appreciate food and are not picky about what you are being served.”

“I am very hungry,” she defended. Though, she also enjoyed delicious meals and she had enjoyed every morsel she’d eaten since she arrived in England.

“I am determined to find Grace tomorrow,” she announced.

“I am certain that you are,” he responded before he took a drink of his ale.

“Though I fear she may have already sailed.”

“I do not have the same concern.”

He had claimed that it was unlikely a captain would hire Fisher and then give passage to a wife. But how could he truly know since Damian was associated with merchant ships not passenger vessels?

“I hope you are correct.”

“I am,” he answered and took a bite of his beef.

He clearly did not want to discuss Grace, which she understood because they could assume many things but would not know the accuracy of those beliefs until tomorrow.

Damian likely hoped that she did find Grace and that her sister hadn’t sailed so that he could be done with her, which was all rather disheartening. Odd, she had fought against him accompanying her and not only did Georgie end up developing an attraction for him, but she wanted to learn more about the man who had been at her side these last four days.

But what could she ask?

She knew his ancestry and why he was the one to manage Trade Wynd, but that told her little of the man. In fact, she knew very little other than he was stubborn and protective and could go from irritated to humored in the blink of an eye and she never knew what caused the shift.

Then she recalled what had been said in London, when they had been at the Trade Wynd warehouse, but she did not question the statement because she had been intent on getting to Grace, yet it was a curiosity that had crossed her mind as it wandered while they crossed England.

“Is your warehouse in London used by others?”

He had picked up his tankard and first took a drink, his eyebrows drawn together over his nose. “Why do you ask?”

“Because you told your two employees that whatever arrangements they had made for use of the warehouse was of no consequence.”