He jerked open the door to one cabinet and looked inside. It was relatively empty and there were no droppings or shredded material indicating mice had burrowed inside. He popped open the next compartment and searched. Still no sign of mice.
When he opened the third door, he fell back in surprise. “What the—”
“Now don’t be angry,” Margaret Ingleton pleaded from her hiding place.
“Don’t be angry?” He grabbed her by the arms and pulled her out of the closet with little finesse and probably more force than needed but he accomplished the task without hurting either of them. “I should take you over my knee right now for stowing away on my ship! What the deuces is wrong with you?” God she smelled good. How long had it been since he’d last seen her?
She shot him a look of annoyance as she straightened her skirt. A few locks of her blond hair had slipped lose. She pushed them back into place. Even after riding in a cramped cabinet she was still beautiful enough to make him ache.
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