Chapter 6
Harriet waited until her heart calmed a bit after Sheffield left, then began to tidy herself. Her hair was snarled, her gown wrinkled, and she’d stared at his chest after falling asleep on him. If Sheffield didn’t think her fast before, surely he did now. Though, she allowed, these were quite unusual circumstances. Her heart raced again at the memory of her terrifying slide over the side of the ship, the wooden carriage pulling her down, the certainty she was about to drown in the cold, dark depths of the sea.
When Sheffield suddenly appeared before her in the water, she’d first thought him a hallucination. The edges of her vision had begun to darken as she ran out of air. He’d sliced off her gown with his knife before she had a chance to realize what he was about. So grateful
