If he was honest with himself, he knew from the moment he recognized who she was, that her actions—whether intended or not—forever changed his future. Whether he’d bedded her or not, his plans changed the moment she boarded his ship. He reasoned he could either be angry about experiencing one of the most satisfying s****l encounters of his life or he could be angry with the lad who’d left her on the wrong damn boat.
He had to reconcile himself to the fact that he didn’t stop upon discovering her maidenhead either. Oh no. Damn his horny hide. He went on and completed the act to both their satisfaction. There was now the possibility of a child. Whether the thought of fatherhood frightened him or not, whether he was ready for marriage or not, both were now in his future.
He mentally counted
