“We Langstons do appreciate our tea.” He inhaled the flowery aroma before taking another sip, and savored the light floral taste with smoky undertones. “But Grandpapa smuggled whatever would pay well or would stock Grandmama’s pantry.”
“A practical man.”
“A trait I inherited from him, along with this ship.” Nick glanced at her sharply. Whatever had made him reveal that personal tidbit? Was he succumbing to the intimacy of dining with a female alone in a small space? Often, he was attracted to tall blondes with long legs—the better for wrapping around his waist—whose tops’ls threatened to spill from their bodice. Certainly not little brown wrens whose modest bust could be hidden by a masculine shirt and waistcoat.
“Oh. I would have thought you inherited it from your father first, like yo
