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He remembers, Rebecca said to herself.
It was a joy she could not describe. She was mesmerized by the sight of Jonathan seated at the table ahead of her. Black trousers outlined the one muscular leg she could see. The top two buttons of his shirt were open, giving a tantalizing view of bronze in a forest of dark curls. She longed to shove the silky material aside for a more thorough exploration. Her boldness flushed her cheeks with warmth.
The way his sleeves billowed, she could easily picture him on the prow of a ship, wind buffeting him, a patch over one eye, and a parrot on his shoulder. His scowl only added to that illusion.
Stewart bent close to whisper in her ear. "I see you have met our captain."
Her gaze did not leave Jonathan's. "What makes you believe that?"
"Oh, the way the two of you are staring. The glower Jonathan keeps giving me."
"It was a very brief meeting."
Stewart chuckled. "It was long enough."