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Triangle is a time travel teleportation device for a mystical dating network. I suck at dating in my own century, so eTriangle threw a pirate at me. Do I look like the sort of girl that would want a thieving, dishonest, violent, probably-rapist, villain for a significant other?"
Christophe lifted his right hand over his heart; although he demonstrated the classic gesture for a wounded heart, his expression made her think she actually had offended him. "Christ, that was hurtful. I wasn't always a pirate. In fact, I was forced into it. Furthermore, I have never raped a woman in my life."
Good to know. "But you don't deny the rest of the accusations?"
He gave her a crooked grin. "Only did what I needed to do to survive, move up in ranks to decrease the amount of eyes upon my person at any given time, and waited for the opportune moment to escape."
She snorted. "I bet."
Mrs. Baker smiled knowingly, leaned forward, and patted the back of her hand. "I knew you'd have a hard time believing him, which is why I came along and decided to drop the information out there to let it settle." She took a bite of the buttered roll and waited until she'd swallowed before adding, "I've been accused of matchmaking back in my day. It's quite extraordinary that the very night he escaped his life of piracy he ends up on our ship, drawn to you. He needed rescuing, and you were just the one to help him."
Serena rolled her eyes for real this time. Either the kindly woman had been duped into believing this drivel, or the pair of them planned to con her into sleeping with him and then stealing her identity or something. "That's very romantic, Mrs. Baker, but I don't know how he has you fooled. He's obviously gotten too good as an impersonator, and has turned to taking advantage of people. Fiction is for books. Reality is never so fantastical."
What was with everyone trying to set her up with this man who was clearly a fraud? Before she knew it, he'd be hacking her bank accounts and running off with her credit cards. He'd probably end up with her car title and the deed to her parents' house before they even docked on the mainland. He hadn't even denied the accusation of being a thief, but then that went with the territory of piracy.
Mrs. Baker leaned forward. "Did you do anything particular last night before you ran into him? Longed for a man? Pray? Daydream?" The woman had completely ignored her concerns!
Christophe's left eyebrow rose into a high arch at Mrs. Baker's question. He leaned forward as if he, too, desired to hear the answer. Serena narrowed her eyes at him. It wasn't like she'd picked up a phone and dialed 1-800-PIRATES.
She gasped. She had done something last night, something silly and childish. I wish I could fall in love with a man who's unlike any other I've known. Serena covered her open mouth with both hands. It's impossible. She focused on Christophe, really looking at him. Isn't it? Could wishing on a shooting star over the Bermuda Triangle do something so absurd?
He brushed the loose lock of his blond hair that had been tempting her out of his eye and tucked it behind his ear. Already, it moved as though it would fall back into its former position within minutes. His blue gaze bore into her. Could this man truly be who she'd wished for?
"There's no such thing as time travel. This is a trick. A horrible one at that."
Christophe reached across the table and took one of her hands in both of his. "I would never intentionally cause you distress." He seemed so sincere. However, he'd have to be in order to pull off a scam of this magnitude and make someone believe it. How many weak-willed females had he fooled this way?
She pulled her hand away. "I'm not saying I believe you, but if you were forced into piracy, who were you before? And what time did you come from?"
"Yesterday, I was a pirate escaping a sinking ship in 1715. My real name isn't Jones, but Blackwood. My father is the governor of South Carolina, or was." Sadness
Christophe lifted his right hand over his heart; although he demonstrated the classic gesture for a wounded heart, his expression made her think she actually had offended him. "Christ, that was hurtful. I wasn't always a pirate. In fact, I was forced into it. Furthermore, I have never raped a woman in my life."
Good to know. "But you don't deny the rest of the accusations?"
He gave her a crooked grin. "Only did what I needed to do to survive, move up in ranks to decrease the amount of eyes upon my person at any given time, and waited for the opportune moment to escape."
She snorted. "I bet."
Mrs. Baker smiled knowingly, leaned forward, and patted the back of her hand. "I knew you'd have a hard time believing him, which is why I came along and decided to drop the information out there to let it settle." She took a bite of the buttered roll and waited until she'd swallowed before adding, "I've been accused of matchmaking back in my day. It's quite extraordinary that the very night he escaped his life of piracy he ends up on our ship, drawn to you. He needed rescuing, and you were just the one to help him."
Serena rolled her eyes for real this time. Either the kindly woman had been duped into believing this drivel, or the pair of them planned to con her into sleeping with him and then stealing her identity or something. "That's very romantic, Mrs. Baker, but I don't know how he has you fooled. He's obviously gotten too good as an impersonator, and has turned to taking advantage of people. Fiction is for books. Reality is never so fantastical."
What was with everyone trying to set her up with this man who was clearly a fraud? Before she knew it, he'd be hacking her bank accounts and running off with her credit cards. He'd probably end up with her car title and the deed to her parents' house before they even docked on the mainland. He hadn't even denied the accusation of being a thief, but then that went with the territory of piracy.
Mrs. Baker leaned forward. "Did you do anything particular last night before you ran into him? Longed for a man? Pray? Daydream?" The woman had completely ignored her concerns!
Christophe's left eyebrow rose into a high arch at Mrs. Baker's question. He leaned forward as if he, too, desired to hear the answer. Serena narrowed her eyes at him. It wasn't like she'd picked up a phone and dialed 1-800-PIRATES.
She gasped. She had done something last night, something silly and childish. I wish I could fall in love with a man who's unlike any other I've known. Serena covered her open mouth with both hands. It's impossible. She focused on Christophe, really looking at him. Isn't it? Could wishing on a shooting star over the Bermuda Triangle do something so absurd?
He brushed the loose lock of his blond hair that had been tempting her out of his eye and tucked it behind his ear. Already, it moved as though it would fall back into its former position within minutes. His blue gaze bore into her. Could this man truly be who she'd wished for?
"There's no such thing as time travel. This is a trick. A horrible one at that."
Christophe reached across the table and took one of her hands in both of his. "I would never intentionally cause you distress." He seemed so sincere. However, he'd have to be in order to pull off a scam of this magnitude and make someone believe it. How many weak-willed females had he fooled this way?
She pulled her hand away. "I'm not saying I believe you, but if you were forced into piracy, who were you before? And what time did you come from?"
"Yesterday, I was a pirate escaping a sinking ship in 1715. My real name isn't Jones, but Blackwood. My father is the governor of South Carolina, or was." Sadness
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