NOTE – full disclaimer (see first chapter)
Molly reached her cabin door wondering just what Chris had been up to in her quarters. She warily opened the door but nothing could have prepared her for what she saw. Her cabin was spotless; the woodwork had been polished until it shone.
"You cleaned!" Molly screeched not sure if she was upset or delighted over the prospect.
Chris chuckled and rose from his position at the writing desk. "Yes well, I wanted to do something for you." Was his simple explanation.
It was then that Molly noticed he'd taken the liberty to remove the manacles on the far wall and he'd actually gone and smoothed out all of the 'marks' she'd put in the post. "And you've removed some things as well, I see;" She spoke abruptly and gave him a questioning look. "Tell me something, how did you know I wouldn't have you flogged for covering up my notches."
Chris smiled slightly and crossed the space between them. Bending down, he placed his lips almost on hers and he whispered, "Because I know you don't need to keep track of those things anymore."
Then he kissed her fiercely to purge any lingering doubts she might have held. Molly let him for a few moments before placing a firm hand on his chest and gave him a gentle push away.
"Later Chris," Molly spoke; "I've got something of import to discuss with ye."
"Oh?" Chris stood back and gave her some space; "Fire away."
"Huh?" Molly was caught off guard by the unfamiliar term of slang; "The Duke of Avondale is to wed our dear Jo in three weeks' time. We've come up with a plan to free her and you're to be a part."
"Go on," Chris sat down on the bed behind him and crossed his arms over his broad chest to listen further.
Molly continued to explain the details on how he would be an escort and divert attention from the rescuers during the pre-ceremony time of waiting. When she'd finished, she asked, "Any questions?"
"No questions but I wish I were going with you instead," Chris smiled; "I'd love to see you all dolled up like a noble woman."
"Yes, a noble woman wearing an eye patch," Molly remarked bitterly; "Like that would go unnoticed."
"Hey," Chris tried to salve her momentary anger and teased with a wicked grin; "I think it'd be fun 'cause I'd get to take all those fancy things off you later."
Catching onto the game, Molly sniffed; "Why Mr. Nobleman? Polite ladies do not allow such vulgar attentions."
"No seriously," Chris told her then; "I'd be glad to help. Who is going in on the rescue attempt party? That is bound to be the most risk."
"Well," Molly swallowed knowing her wouldn't like her answer; "The only ones that are capable of it: Kate, Emmaline and I."
"Somehow, I knew you were going to say that," Chris replied sadly.