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eyes narrowed until they were only glowing green slits beneath sooty lashes. Men, they were all the same . Their minds in the gutter, along with the rest of them.
    She fisted her hands at her waist. "You'll pay for this insult. Mark my words, you'll pay for this."
    He took a breath to steady himself. His heart was still beating faster than it had a right to be. All because of an innocent kiss. Well, perhaps not so innocent. With his back to the door, Sin-Jin pulled it opened.
    "I've no doubt of that. No doubt at all." He inclined his head slightly. He was already looking forward to the next encounter. "Good evening."
    Meaning to seize her musket, Rachel took a determined step toward him, but he shook his head, warning her off. If she came at him again, if she touched him, he wasn't entirely certain that he would be able to successfully resist temptation twice.
    His eyes pinned her in place. "I'd stay right there if I were you, unless you want far more than you've bargained on."
    He was bluffing like a gambler with a handful of worthless cards. She was certain of it. Or almost certain. Her feet remained frozen where she stood. She eyed the musket and frustration shimmered through her like spring water dancing along a salmon's scales in the morning. As her indignation fed on itself, Rachel wanted nothing more than to make him pay for taking advantage of her.
    But though outrage and the need for vengeance beat wildly through her young body, like an eagle's wings flapping against the northwest wind, the strong strain of sensibility which had guided her life held her fastened in place. It was as if the hem of her nightshirt was nailed to the wooden floor that Riley had constructed for her sole pleasure.
    She permitted herself one volley, couldn't have lived with herself if she hadn't uttered it. "You are no gentleman."
    She hadn't the slightest inkling of what had just happened here, had she, he thought. Or of what hadn't almost happened here for that matter.
    His eyes held hers, saying words he couldn't. "On the contrary, Mistress, you'll find that I'm more of a gentleman that you had a right to expect."
    The unspeakable cur. Now he was giving himself airs and thinking himself to be better than the colonists. She lifted her chin defiantly. "Because you're part of Her Majesty's Finest, I suppose?"
    He bore the insult well. She was entitled to the barb. But only one. "Because, despite that rapier tongue of yours, you're beautiful and sweet enough, as long as your lips are silent, to fulfill any mans' dreams."
    Leaving her momentarily speechless, he took the opportunity to withdraw and firmly shut the door behind himself.
    Sin-Jin let out a breath, then hurried to his horse, untying the reins. He knew she'd waste no time in getting to the door. Though the thought of another tussel with her, one that would be more physical in nature than the last, warmed him, he knew it wouldn't be wise.
    He had been honest with her. A man only had so much restraint within him before something higher, or lower, took control and blotted out nobler instincts. It had been a very long time since he had actually felt genuine desire stir him the way it had when he had felt her young, soft body pressed against his.
    Swinging himself into the saddle, Sin-Jin bent and gingerly lowered the musket just inside the white picket fence, leaning the old weapon against a slat. As he turned his horse toward the outskirts of the town, he heard the front door being opened. With very little effort, he could imagine he heard the sound of her small, bare feet as they rhymthically met the hard earth. She was running toward the musket.
    He knew better than to stay where he was. He'd never been much of a gambler and he didn't mean to gamble now upon the state of her heart or the accuracy of her aim. He thought the musket unloaded, but he was not about to wager his life on that supposition either.
    Sin-Jin applied his well-shod heels against the horse's flanks and urged the