All Chapters of Let's Be Together (book 4): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Lindsay Lennox crouched behind a stack of baskets. Through the spaces between them, she kept watch for the brawny man’s frame to reappear. He didn’t look like the kind of man who would give up that easily. She doubted her kick to his shin could have injured him that badly. A few years ago, she had wrestled with her brother and even some of his friends, and they stopped only when she bested them. No way could she have bested the handsome man just now. Yet, why wasn’t he crashing through the marketplace searching for her? Holding her breath, she prayed he wouldn’t discover her hiding place.She’d come too close to getting caught, and there was no way she could all

Barry’s head pounded with impatience as he paced the deck of his ship, the Braxton Quest, the next morning, barking out commands. Although he’d hired a few new men on his crew, most of them had been sailing with him for years. So why couldn’t they get anything right now?“What did you tell me was wrong with the sail?” Barry asked his first mate.Jeffrey shuffled his large feet and tapped

Barry gazed down at the beautiful woman lying on his bed. It didn’t matter if she was a Turkish slave, he liked the fact that she didn’t talk like one. Both times they’d talked, she had intrigued him. He wanted to know what made her do—and say—the things she had. Why was she so different from the other women in Turkey? Perhaps she’d been kidnapped in England and sold to Turkey as a slave when she was younger.Nothing about her made sense, but he’d figure it out later. Right now he needed to care for the unconscious woman who had come back to be with him.

Barry couldn’t believe the turn of events. There was no way he could have a woman of royalty on his ship, especially with a crew of nothing but men. Believing Lindsay was a servant would have been vastly different. She could have helped with the cooking, and with the laundry, and she especially could have kept his bed warm at nights. But not now. He wouldn’t be able to touch her in any passionate way, and he for certain wouldn’t get any work out of her. She was used to having servants assist her, not the other way around.All the doubts he’d had when thinking she was a mere servant made sense now. No wonder she acted so different and spoke two languages. She was r

“Now, ye take the garment and scrub it along this board, like this.” Homer demonstrated his instructions on a slap of wood with several grooves cut into it.Lindsay couldn’t understand how that would help. “Mr. Homer—”“Just Homer, Miss.”She smiled at the middle-aged man missing several teeth. “Then you may call me Lindsay.”