Strength and Honor

By Joyce Case

TO ARMS! TO ARMS! THE BRITISH ARE COMING!

It is 1775, and the English, accompanied by their fierce Hessian comrades, are invading the colonies, demanding loyalty to King George III.

In the midst of this rich chapter in American history, we find one of the most unique, emotional, engrossing stories you will ever read! An intriguing page-turner that will immerse you in a world of romance, steeped with history, Strength and Honor continues the tale of a headstrong, vivacious temptress and the man who is deeply in love with her, a personal scout to the one and only General George Washington. In spite of its historical underpinnings, Strength and Honor is a fresh look at romance, written with flare, a vivid and unforgettable story set against the backdrop of our very roots. This book will take you back to the days of George Washington, Ben Franklin, Thomas Jefferson, and the rest of our founding fathers.

In this sensational tale of passion and an undeniable love that cannot be broken, Sashsa Nicole Lorraine Dupris Gray and Colonel Colton Tyler Gray continue their fight for independence alongside the Commander and Chief of the Continental Army, General George Washington. Danger lurks behind every shadow as the secret patriots of the spy ring provide vital and confidential correspondence to the Spymaster, who, against tremendous odds, manages to stay one step ahead of the pursuing British.

Meanwhile, as hordes of English intruders sweep the colonies, Ziva Isabelle Durpis Gray fights relentlessly to keep her independence from Scottish Captain Drake Cameron, who stirs her very soul. Will her consuming passion for him make her surrender her body in one fleeting moment of weakness?

Drake seeks Ziva out time and time again, displaying his devotion, only to be met with rejection. Still, no power on Earth can force him to relinquish his exquisite treasure, for he knows that only she can unchain the tenderness in his heart. He vows to have her, for only Ziva can be his love, the one to cherish, to desire, and to carry off to uncontrollable passion.

Destiny brings the two together among the Rebel Blue Coats, Tory Green, and King Georges hated Red Coats to build yet another dynasty. Will strength and honor prevail for all, or will their passions get the better of them in the heat of battles galore?

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Nov 24, 2015
• ISBN: 9781491782835

Joyce Case

After many exciting careers, Joyce decided to pursue her childhood dream of writing a novel. Runaway, a historical romance, was Joyce’s first attempt to realize this dream; Stay the Course ignites the romantic saga. The tale of passion explodes with Strength and Honor. Her newest work, Hold the Line, exceeds its predecessors, delighting readers with even more romance and adventure woven creatively into the panorama of our nation's birth. Be transported to another era, a time of heroes and deep-running passion. You will find yourself longing for times of old, heart-pounding adventure, and remarkable relationships, with a greater appreciation for our country and our faith. Not all books can stir such emotion, but, the writings of Joyce Case certainly do. The hard work and passion of the author herself is evident in her headstrong heroine and the entire cast of the story she so brilliantly tells. Joyce lives with her husband of fifty years and finds her greatest enjoyment in spending time with their two daughters and five grandsons, counting her blessings daily. Her background in music, athletics, and sales/marketing have provided Joyce with a wonderful and exciting life, full of many interesting experiences and opportunities. Along the way, she’s met a host of interesting and fascinating people, many of whom have served as inspiration for the characters within the stories she pens. Join Joyce on her story of a bold, daring, tenacious heroine during a tumultuous era of the pursuit of colonial independence!

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Strength

and Honor

JOYCE CASE

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STRENGTH AND HONOR

Copyright © 2015 Joyce Case.

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Prologue: The Shot Heard 'Round the World

Chapter One: The Call to Duty

Chapter Two: The Whites of Their Eyes, 1775

Chapter Three: The Rogue

Chapter Four: The Times that Try Men's Souls

Chapter Five: The French Affair

Chapter Six: The Rebellious

Chapter Seven: The Return

Chapter Eight: The Gratitude

Chapter Nine: The Chance Encounter

Chapter Ten: The Two Nuptials

Chapter Eleven: The Chase

Chapter Twelve: The Involvement

Chapter Thirteen: The Liberation

Chapter Fourteen: The Amorousness

Chapter Fifteen: The Crossing

Chapter Sixteen: The Tide Turns

Chapter Seventeen: The Return of the Rogues

Chapter Eighteen: The Nightmare

Chapter Nineteen: The Vow Comes True

Chapter Twenty: The Passion

Chapter Twenty-One: The Arrival

Chapter Twenty-Two: The Abduction

Chapter Twenty-Three: The Trip

Chapter Twenty-Four: The Ecstasy and the Sorrow

Chapter Twenty-Five: The Destiny

DEDICATION

This book is dedicated to those who encouraged me in one form or another to pursue my dream of being published.

To my mother, Jerry Waldman, who told me that I march to the beat of a different drum and encouraged me to be me.

To Patricia and Rex McCartney, two beautiful people who love me, inspire me, and encourage me to be all I can be.

I salute my daughters, Tifani and Terri, for their continuous support. I am so blessed to have you, and I love you, darlin's!

My deepest, heartfelt gratitude goes out to Linda Harris, Jennifer Kavenaugh, Batya Maman Sabag and my beloved Ginny Brenner, who have wrapped their arms around me with never-ending support.

Words cannot express my appreciation for the incredible devotion Peggy Schertzer has shown me. Her words of wisdom and encouragement have given me the drive to continue the pursuit of my dream. She is simply the best!

Last but not least, I must thank my husband Gary for his undying support and his unforgettable wise words: If you do not finish it, you will never know. Even after I've penned three novels, he still encourages me to continue to pursue my dreams.

PROLOGUE

The Shot Heard 'Round the World

UNDER HIS SPURS, his horse seemed to take wings as he rode. The British are coming! The British are coming! he shouted to every Middlesex village and farm. Paul Revere rode in the dark night, the only hint of light coming from the quarter-moon. The call to arms traveled fast to neighboring villages, summoning more minutemen to engage the king's men.

To arms! To arms! echoed loudly through the mist, followed by a commanding, Ready ... aim ... fire! As ordered, Garrett set his barrel on his target, then let loose his shot. The mist mingled with the smoke, causing illusions that confused his naked eye; the sun began to peek through the darkness, rendering the figures difficult to see. His hand shook as he reloaded his Charleville. Dark brown eyes searched the arched bridge for another enemy as he stood tall and fired again. Drums pounded out their dutiful cadence as the redcoats began to advance. His three-cornered blue hat hit the dirt in front of him; the large, gaping hole in it peered up at him, as if to warn him of the dire seriousness of his situation. Bravely, Garrett bent down on his knee and continued to face the onslaught.

That moment marked the official beginning of what would be a long, tumultuous war---the end of life for many. The king's troops, 700 regulars, stormed the crude wooden bridge that connected Lexington and Concord. The colonial minutemen were well informed, though, as ready as they could be for the confrontation. Their network of covert agents had successfully brought the word back two weeks prior to the threat, so muskets were primed and numbers were many. The momentum swayed as the bridge filled rapidly with the corpses of fallen redcoats, and the retreat of the British was a fast and furious one as the colonial minutemen chased them away in hot pursuit. In what seemed like only minutes, the sun slipped nearer to the horizon, crimson-red streaks floating across a brilliant yellow ball, as if the heavenly body itself was an omen of the bloody days to come beneath its splendor.

The Clarke House

GIVE ME LIBERTY or give me death! sounded softly from his tight lips as he approached the carved oak door that joined the parlor and hallway. Having grown up in the house, John Hancock knew it like the back of his hand. After swiftly retrieving his frock and tricorne, he placed his body firmly against the wall so he could peer out the window without being seen. His eyes scanned the entrance portal and spied two cloaked men, fervently steadying their horses. He approached the door quickly, then stuck his head out and searched the midnight darkness for any others who might be close by. He raised his hand to the first rider and saluted him.

After a quick return salute, the rider coaxed his horse closer to the door. He did not bother to dismount, but he did bend down and whisper something to his compatriot. After receiving reassurance that his quiet message was understood, he turned to his comrade and sped off.

Spinning on his heels, Hancock ran for the door. The click-clack-clomp of the heel of his worn leather boots against the wooden floors echoed throughout the house. Taking the stairs two at a time, he ascended and rushed into the first bedroom, where a bundled figure lay sleeping. He stomped over to the canopy bed just as the robust body started to awaken. Their hooded eyes met.

The resting one swiftly rose, stretching his long arms over his head to remove his nightshirt in one smooth motion. He moved swiftly toward the armchair to retrieve his regular shirt, then questioned his visitor. How much time do we have? His firm jaw flexed while he continued dressing, awaiting an answer.

Revere says we should vacate this house forthwith. Hancock's piercing eyes were nervous as he continued in a raspy voice, Put your boots on, and I'll go saddle the horses. Meet me at the stables. With that, he stormed out the door, his frock bellowing out into the draft as his steps banged down the stairs with haste.

The fresh air smacked his face, instantly clearing his head and strengthening his resolve. He threw his saddle onto the strong back of his trusty steed and cinched it fast. He grabbed his horse's ears hard, forcing the bit into the animal's mouth. His mind raced as he continued to go through the motions of preparing for their ride back to Philadelphia. What was it Revere said? 'Soon the shots will be heard 'round the world'? So ... it has begun ...

You really must be more careful, John. I came upon you without you even noticing. Such distraction is a good way to get yourself killed, I'd say.

At least in the journeys of his own busy mind, now that the war had officially begun, John Hancock was definitely miles away from Reverend Clarke's house at that moment, his mind already forming the speech he would present to the Continental Congress when he was startled by the sound of words.

His eyes seemed to gaze right through his friend and colleague, Sam Adams. Come now, Adams, he said. Isn't it your job to guard my back rather than sneaking up behind it? His smile was arrogant but pleasing. He placed his hand on his friend's back and pushed him toward his mount, whispering, And now, my friend, we ride like the wind!

***

From a distance, Fort Ticonderoga looked absolutely unapproachable. The stone walls made it appear a formidable opponent, an overwhelming challenge in its own right. Nevertheless, the stubborn Green Mountain Boys and several militia volunteers pushed relentlessly through the thick brush and enormous trees, crawling like skilled mountain cats through the rough terrain. With the utmost speed and agility, they scaled the walls and entered the compound. The element of surprise worked to their advantage, as they'd hoped, as there was little fighting followed by a quick surrender.

Standing tall, Ethan Allen shouted, Come out, you old rat, you!

Lieutenant Jocelyn Feltham appeared somewhat amazed by the unexpected attack and surrendered immediately.

The patriot forces marched off with a large supply of cannons and other armaments, leaving an extremely confident Benedict Arnold in command of the fortress.

The strategic timing and surrender of Ticonderoga set the stage for the invasion of Quebec, bringing the war to the doorstep of one Sashsa Nicole Lorraine Dupris Gray.

CHAPTER ONE

The Call to Duty

I SAY WE FIGHT! As our great friend and patriot, Patrick Henry said to the Virginia Convention, 'Give me liberty or give me death!'"

Where the devil is she? Colton leaned over with his eyes blazing. He was disturbed and uncomfortable and had listened to far too many testimonials in favor of war. The beads of sweat formed a little line across his forehead as he leaned into Garrett one more time and tried to whisper, to no avail; heads still turned his way when he said, That woman is going to be the death of me yet! He tapped his buckled shoe on the polished wooden floor and craned his neck toward the door.

The room was crowded, and the aroma was far from sweet. His brother-in-law sat still beside him and gave him a look of sympathy. The two were dressed in their best high-collared brocade waistcoats, with breeches to match. Their stockings were of the finest silk, and their buckled shoes were highly polished, though each secretly wished to be garbed in nothing more than their buckskins.

A sharp elbow slammed into Colton's ribs as he turned to stare at the door again. His shoulders dropped, and he clutched his ribs as he swung around to see large jade eyes, eyebrows arched above them. She'd entered through the side door. His eyes took in her tantalizing body---tall, ample bosom, and graceful---with her ebony, raven-like hair, its waves nestled snugly beneath a bonnet that perfectly accented her oval face. He would never tire of watching her provocative walk as she swayed her hips back and forth, sashaying toward him. His eyes moved upward and locked on her tantalizing breasts, peeking out just below her mother's cameo. The deep red satin swished as she walked confidently across the crowded room. Colton's lips curled, and he slowly flashed a devilish smile. The crowd stepped back as she approached him, and she stopped just inches from his lean, hard frame. She smiled back and gave him a big wink. His eyes never left hers. Her mouth was perched for kissing, but he resisted the urge, especially when he glanced around and saw so many sets of eyes riveted on his lovely wife. He was nothing if not a gentleman.

She giggled as she wrapped her arm around his and squeezed it tightly. Her warm body sent tingles running through his veins. She flirted with his emotions and his yearnings and urges, knowing full well what she was doing to his mind and body. As he presented her seat, she brushed his cheek with hers, and whispered, Have they appointed George yet?

His mouth was inches away from her moist lips as he shook his head. He was clearly mesmerized by her upturned nose and sea-green eyes, and all he could manage was a soft utterance: They will vote soon, my love.

Sashsa unfolded her floral fan and fluttered a slight intentional breeze across her face. Her neck craned to survey the audience, searching for Gabbie and Matilda.

When Colton placed a softer-than-expected hand on her knee, she squirmed in her chair. She sat still, her mind drifting off to the first time she'd ever laid eyes on the trim, well-built body that was now next to hers. His arrogant presence and demanding temper still dominated his personality, but his softer side was as thrilling to her as it was in the early days, when she'd first discovered it. She suppressed a tiny chuckle as her mind's eye wandered back to their steamy encounters in the brass bathtub. Her body shivered with the passionate reminiscences, and she hoped no one would notice the goosebumps pimpling her flesh.

Colton looked down into her dreamy eyes with a questioning gaze.

If he only knew what devilish things come to my mind ... Her eyes popped open with a start when the gavel pounded loudly, waking most everyone in the room. She searched the room again, keeping her almond-shaped eyes steadfast on the tall figure moving gracefully to the podium, the only one in the room outfitted in full uniform. Her heart soared, and she felt the strength and honor of his presence filling the entire space, exerting a powerful impact on all those around him.

My fellow compatriots, I have come here today to answer my call to duty. The cheers were overwhelming to the ears as he continued with his eloquent speech. His eyes captivated his audience, and his long arms flowed out from his body, emphasizing each word he spoke. I accept the most honorable position of Commander-in-Chief of our American Army ... but I will not accept a salary for this call of duty. He stopped and bowed his head. Raising it high again, he continued, I only wish to be reimbursed for my expenses and nothing more. He stood tall and wore a small, blushing smile on his face.

The crowd rose to their feet and offered applause, a hearty standing ovation, followed by a chorus of proud stomps.

Sashsa joined the throng of supporters, enjoying the touch of Colton's hand on her elbow. Her exuberance was etched on her face as they pushed their way through the crowd that had gathered around Washington.

John Hancock was the first to grab his hand with a hearty handshake. You know, George, I harbor no ill feelings. You were unanimously selected for this prestigious position, and we both know you are the most experienced among us.

Coming from you, I can only take that as a compliment, sir. Washington looked down on Hancock, his gray-blue eyes full of affection, then placed his outstretched, brawny arm around the man, pulling him into a brotherly embrace.

It does my heart good to see one of our brothers in command. Hancock winked and moved aside so Sam Adams could squeeze into position, but Washington's attention was captivated by his dear Sashsa.

His affectionate gaze caused her face to redden, a crimson hue to match the fabric of her extravagant dress. She gladly extended her hand to Washington, and he bent his massive body down to place a soft kiss on the top. She smiled widely as he tucked her arm in his, and she wiggled closer as he maneuvered their departure from the podium.

Now that I finally have you all to myself, my dear, I am eager to know what you make of all this, what you think of it, he said.

She purposely hesitated and giggled coyly, teasingly looking up at him and batting her eyes, as if she might not grant him a reply.

His face blushed to match hers, and he looked like a little boy awaiting an answer.

Oh, George, I think you were magnificent, as always. The best man to lead our cause is holding my arm. When I think of the many memories we have experienced together, my heart skips a beat.

Our memories are many, my dear Sashsa, and I am sure you will continue to be of valuable service to our cause again ... and soon. His eyes searched hers, hopefully seeking affirmation.

Her eyes flickered with excitement as she squeezed his arm in joy. You are not the only one with a saddle to return to, good sir. I have gone far too long without any real excitement. Of course I love my life with Colton and the children, but you know me, George. I need a challenge ... something to make me feel alive.

Exactly, dear Sashsa! So I take it you are in unison with me? He took long strides, moving rapidly as they talked.

George, dear, could you slow down a bit? she asked, nearly breathless from trying to keep up with his quick pace. My legs are long but not nearly as long as yours. Tell me ... When do we start?

Is now too soon, my dear? He looked around and bowed his head closer to hers. "We must be extremely careful though. My agents have been working since our war, Sashsa. We need as much information as possible if we are to win this one. His head then drooped, as if he was in deep thought, and his serious side returned. I do worry, dear, that your decision to participate will cause that famous temper of your beloved's to flare. I remember Colton's reaction last time. I recall it as if it were merely yesterday."

Don't worry about him, George. I know many ways to ... persuade him to see things my way. She looked over her fan and playfully winked.

I am sure those ways are marvelous, little one. Colton is a lucky, lucky man to be manipulated by someone like you! Washington laughed out loud, then turned so they could reenter the building. Now, my dear, I must receive my friends and congress. He bowed and kissed her hand again. His angular body straightened emphasizing a slight pouch folded into his vest as he put his hat on. After offering her a crisp salute, he turned and bumped right into Colton. Washington tipped his hat and said, I must talk to you later, Major. Please be sure to wait for me. His lips curled into a big smile.

I have a feeling this means a forthcoming call to duty, Colton said, his voice dripping with excitement. We have been enjoying the good, easy life for far too long, sir. He swept his arm out with flair, neared Washington, and practically shouted, We cannot afford to get rusty! Now is the time to pick up our muskets and defend our country. He patted Washington on the back with his large hand, with great exuberance.

Calm down, Major. We'll be fighting the redcoats soon, but for now, we have business to conduct with the patriots of our congress. Washington grabbed Colton's arm and ushered him back into the building.

Sashsa looked on, proudly watching two of the most important men in her life as they bravely and valiantly marched off to prepare for war. She blew a kiss to one of them, her love, when he turned around and offered her a most mischievous look.

***

She was breathless by the time her lover ended the kiss, barely aware that he was lifting her into his arms and striding away, carrying her off toward the big wooden door. Her cheeks were hot, a blush rising into her oval face with a pink tingle that also lightly painted the crests of her bust line. You are wonderful, luv. Her mouth was moist, begging for his kiss. Her back arched as his lips moved softly over hers, crushing her against his broad, masculine chest.

His whisper echoed in her ear over and over again: You are beautiful, my Sashsa.

She buried her head in his chest and wrapped her arms more tightly around his neck.

His big boot pushed heavily against the door, and it sprang open, inviting the lovers inside. The entryway was silent, illuminated with the soft glow of low-burning lamps and candles beckoning from down the hall. A small candle glowing in the corner lit the way to the steep staircase.

His head bent down as he placed her velvet slippers on the floor. She slid her arms down around his fit waist and nuzzled her lips against his neck. He placed his hand on her back and guided her toward the first step. She raised her foot slowly, still clinging to him for support.

My dear, it's obvious to me that we cannot climb these stairs together. It is far too narrow.

She could see his white smile. Her giggle was low and soft when he kissed the tip of her nose, and she finally released her grasp of his firm waist. She descended the stairs two at a time, giggling louder with each step of her velveteen foot. She could feel his breath on her neck as she reached the last one.

When she turned suddenly, their bodies entwined into one. He dipped her back, as if in a seductive waltz, and kissed her long and hard, causing her breaths to come quickly. He opened the door and swooped her up in his long, strong arms. A few deliberate strides and they were rolling together on the hard bed.

Colton pulled away, releasing the pins from her hair and allowing her heavy black mane to cascade down her back. Do you even know how much I love you?

Sashsa looked over at him, raising her eyebrows to stop the tears that were stinging her eyes. Yes, my beloved. I know. Her voice was soft and inviting, and her warm inviting body pressed into his. Her chin jutted upward, and her lips curled as she said, Tonight you will show me just how much.

His sensuous mouth curved into a devilish grin. I have only begun to show you, my love. The morning sun will shine through the window before you finally know the true measure of my love for you. His long bronze fingers began to undress her.

She reached out and touched his cheek as he deliberately unbuttoned her clothing, one fastener at a time. She leaned into him, brushing his shoulder with her ample breasts escalating her yearning for his magic touch while holding his checks in her hands.

Tingles raced up and down his back in anticipation as he released the corset stays, allowing her perfect orbs to fall against his chest, the intimate contact of their bodies sending his loins soaring into ecstasy. He continued to remove her red-laced satin gown. Colton pulled back, consuming her delectable body with his dancing eyes. Swiftly, he swept her into his arms, the muscles in his throat constricting, his heart near to bursting with love for her and every cell in his body crying out in desire.

Sashsa clung to him, taking note of his pulse that was pounding out of control, stronger than any battle drums.

His hands cupped and stroked, teasing her pink erect delights. In minutes, he had stripped away his boots and attire; they were now heaped on the floor. He shook with fiery abandonment, ready to plunge inside her, but he fought his urges and remained gentle, as she seemed to want. His bold caress and driving heat escalated into a passion, a hunger for satisfaction---a hunger that could only be fulfilled by Sashsa. They were both caught in the same passionate inferno as their arms and legs entwined.

Sashsa cried out his name, and her body surrendered to his.

Their throbbing need left them both silent, clinging in a tight embrace. When their furious lovemaking subsided, they both lay quietly beside one another, lost in their own dreams.

I love you, she said, releasing a slow exhale of breath. She turned to face him, still caught in her dreamy state, her love-heightened senses enjoying the aroma of freshly cut roses wafting over from the vase on the dresser.

Colton stroked her silky hair, leaned over her, and kissed her temple. He smiled at her, thanking God for the incredible gift he'd been given---for the wife he adored, the woman so envied by so many, and with good reason. Colton couldn't deny that he still hungered for her touch, even after so many years, the caresses of the woman who'd maintained her strength, her beauty, and honor for all the time he'd known her. She was, without a doubt, the woman who'd captured his heart.

***

I say, let the music begin! Her lips curled in laughter as she wiggled her curvy hips in anticipation of the rhythm. Her hand shot high in the air as the crowd gathered around. Sashsa threw her head back in laughter, hiding behind her fan and shouting, You are all enchanting! I hereby officially start the festivities! While her voice was overcome with the cheers of her grateful and excited guests, her eyes quickly scanned the chamber room for Jean Paul. She knew if she was to gather any vital information during the gathering, he would be the most reliable source. She felt alive again in her low-cut, fitted-bodice gown. She had selected yellow, with tiny silk ribbons to accent her dainty neckline. Fortunately, her scrumptious figure had remained with her throughout the trials and tribulations---and pregnancies---of her most adventurous life. As she stood in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by her many friends, her uncertainty began to slip away, and a renewed sense of confidence soared within her. She only hoped she would not be too rusty when it came to her mission, after the passing of so many comfortable, uneventful years.

May I have the first dance, milady? While I do strive to be a gentleman at all times, I cannot deny the fact that my eyes cannot leave your delicious body. His deep emerald-green waistcoat accented his bronze complexion, giving Jean Paul an intoxicating presence. His fine lips curled into a mysterious smile as his eyes centered on her enticing cleavage.

Sashsa's blood began to push more quickly through her veins as she found Colton, entering the side door. She knew in her heart that his sinister smile would ruin her festive mood and was, perhaps, a significant threat to her dangerous mission.

Colton searched the room with his piercing eyes, his eyebrows high, as if he expected to find something to his disliking.

Sashsa gave Jean Paul her most inviting smile as she gently laid her hand on his arm. She knew he was captivated with her, and they had unfinished business from years past. If he could only provide her with the vital information George needed, her mission would prove successful.

Colton stood by the fireplace with a peevish snarl on his face. His hand on the mantelpiece was tightened into a fist, and he placed his foot up on the brick hearth and rested his elbow on his knee. He was handsomely garbed in all his royal-blue finery; he appeared graceful, but his stature spoke of an internal roughness. His brown eyes searched the room with little expression until they locked on Sashsa.

Shall we, my dear? The music is divine, and I must admit that my arms are aching for you. Jean Paul smiled, gazing down into her eyes with a mischievous look.

Sashsa could only wonder what thoughts he was thinking. Before him, I always feel bare. She shivered, realizing that his mischievous grin was the same one he wore during their last dance so many years ago.

"Now, Monsieur Jean, I am ready for our dance.

They promenaded around the circle of dancers, stepping to the music as they faced one another. Sashsa found him most charming, as usual. They captivated the stares of the other dancers with their flare and style. It was not so much a matter of what Jean Paul said, but his mannerisms were unique. He flaunted his physical attributes by displaying extremely tight navy-blue breeches, but it was his remarkable agility that intrigued her. His movements were gentle yet subtle.

As they whirled around, Sashsa intentionally brushed her lofty bosom against his arm. His eyebrows rose as he pulled her into his embrace. He was inches away from planting a kiss on her when she spun around and avoided his lips. He pulled her back against his chest. Her chin rose high, daring him to steal that kiss, but Jean turned his cheek, brushing hers as he looped under her arm.

When he came back again, she stared deep into questioning eyes and whispered, Victory.

Jean acknowledged that single word with a pleasant nod and his irresistible smile.

Is he a double-agent? Am I in danger? Will Philip rescue me just in time again?

As he spun her out and then pulled back in, he echoed, Victory.

She gave him a pleasant nod.

"Tonight, they move their ships.

Why, Monsieur Jean, you dance divinely.

And I must say your dancing is elegant, Madame Sashsa. They are 14,000 strong, 1,500 reserves. As he spoke, he arched her back low and looked into her eyes. Her small slipper slid along the floor until he brought her back up and gracefully turned her around in a delicate pirouette. He snuggled against her cheek and strutted her forward, then faintly whispered, Destination Breed's Hill, Howe right flank.

Sashsa heard every word and tucked them into a small corner of her mind. Her smile, an integral part of the ruse, was expertly frozen on her face to disguise the passing of information. She looked as if she was having the time of her life, giggling on cue and moving her feet with great agility, but the reality was that her mind was racing around and around. Her heart joined in, pounding loudly in her ears. She began to fear some might know what they were really up to.

He spun her around again and held her tightly to his solid chest as he uttered, Two days, Long Island, port not guarded.

I dare say you put on quite a performance.

Jean released her slowly and gently but kept his hand in the soft part of her back, then presented his other hand for her to take. With tenderness, he took her hands and raised them to his lips, first one and then the other. He pressed his lips to the knuckles of each. His hands were cold to her touch, so she curled her fingers around them, trying to share her warmth.

A solitary round of applause, just two hands clapping, came from the corner of the room, and Jean turned his head just in time to see Colton sauntering their way. He instantly reddened and grew rigid with indignation.

All Sashsa could see were extremely dark brown hands, accented by his white lace cuffs, still clapping with each step. Her heart began to pound through the fabric of her gown, and her breasts seemed to raise high into her neck.

Colton gave Sashsa a wink, a delicious smile, then sidestepped Jean and wrapped a possessive arm around her.

Jean scowled and reluctantly left the two. He was just beginning to enjoy Sashsa, but he knew there was no use trying to wedge his way between them. Perhaps another time, another place, we will play the spy game again.

Why, luv, where have you been? Sashsa gazed into his candid eyes, trying to feel his mood. He appeared to be loving and seemed content to be with her.

My love, I have been watching you enjoying yourself. His voice was light and sincere. His firm grip tightened around her small waist, and he draws her closer to him.

Sashsa could feel his heart pounding against her arm as her mind reeled with the powerful words Jean conveyed to her. All she could think to do was seek George out immediately. Jean dances divinely, luv, don't you think? Her angel eyes gave him a little devilish look as she caressed his chest.

Yes, but I think you have far more important matters on your mind, my dear. I must get you out of here without anyone being the wiser. George is waiting at the stables.

His smile reappeared lightly on his face as he greeted Reverend Tatman and his wife, Sarah. Sashsa curtseyed quickly and flashed a sweet smile to both. She knew she had to give her best performance until the doors closed to their home and all her guests were gone.

How do you propose to get me to the stables unseen, Colton? How shall we avoid alarming anyone or rousing suspicions? Her voice was but a faint whisper as she turned to him