"Then you must show me how. I'll wager no Puritan wife does it."
"I didn't know you were a Puritan. You certainly don't make love like
one."
"I'm not. I want to be as far from them as I can be." Her lips began to
move down his chest.
"Then come away with me." He smoothed her wet hair. "To Jamaica."
"Jamaica?" She looked up at him in dismay. "My God, what are you
saying? The Spaniards . . ."
"I'll manage the Spaniards." He reached down and kissed her again.
"You know, after this morning, up on the Point, I'd almost
believe you." She paused and looked out at the line of warships on the
horizon, dull shadows in the rain. "But nobody's going to leave here
for a long time now."
"I will. And the English navy's not going to stop me." He slipped his
arms around her and drew her against him. "Why not forget you're
supposed to wed Anthony Walrond and come along? We're alike, you and
me."
"Hugh, you know I can't leave." She slid a leg over him and pressed her
thigh against his. "But at least I've got you here tonight. I think I
already fancy this. So let's not squander all our fine time with a lot
of talk."