He wasn’t even breathing hard.
Thrilled by his strength and cunning, Sylvia was torn between the desire to kiss him and hug him and make certain he was uninjured, and being offended by his display of schoolboy antics. “Captain Ruford has agreed to meet us tomorrow to discuss our counteroffer.” She was pleased her voice betrayed no emotion.
“Until tomorrow, then.” Tony nodded farewell to the captain, who climbed into the last boat with his men and pushed off from the beach.
Teague rolled to his side and slowly climbed to his feet. “This isn’t the end,” he growled. Sylvia’s men each took a step toward him. Teague held up one hand to forestall them, and walked to the path on the far side of the cove, toward his home in Tyneham.
Tony took Sylvia’s hand and headed up the cliff path.
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