Ian thought there was nothing wrong with her weight now. The women he knew were always complaining about something with regard to their looks. In his opinion, there was nothing wrong with Lady Sarah’s figure or appearance, except maybe her clothing could use correcting. And when he thought of that bottom poking up as she hung out of that porthole… He groaned and turned to lead her to the galley.
Later on the evening of their first night at sea, they ate their dinner of a beef and barley stew in the captain’s cabin. It wasn’t as bad as she’d been expecting. In fact, the fare was edible in Sarah’s opinion, once she added a generous dash of salt. And she didn’t complain about it at all.
She was afraid if she did, he might send her to the galley to cook and she didn’t know the first thing ab
