The Ideal Husband
Chapter One
With Dover's chalk cliffs now clearly in sight, Sir Geoffrey Hamelin
clutched the rail of the single-masted galley and prayed for
continued divine intervention.
A tall, broad-chested, solidly muscled male, whose mere size had
helped keep him safe in the narrow, dangerous alleys of Paris,
Geoffrey admitted his lack of prowess when faced with nature's
superiority. Here was an enemy he couldn't defeat, merely battle to
a draw. Perhaps.
'Twould be both painful and humiliating if he emptied his stomach
into the choppy Channel below. Especially now, when the tortuous
journey was almost over, and when one of God's most beautiful
creations stood nearby to witness.
Geoffrey had noticed the lovely lady while boarding ship at Calais,
when he yet possessed the wits to keenly perceive his surroundings.
She seemed so sad, and from what he observed, also alone. 'Twas rare
for a lady to travel without a companion, and the reason for the
oddity pricked his curiosity.
He'd almost approached her. However, judging by the nauseating
experience of his first and only Channel crossing, he'd headed below
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