““ This is ridiculous. He was a thirty-two-year-old man who felt like a schoolboy on his first real date. One on which he was going to get really, really lucky. Better to go back topside, he figured, and get them back to the half-falling-half-climbing-down-the-galley-stairs, ripping-their-clothes-off scenario he’d initially envisioned. He’d do well enough in that instance. He turned around and bumped straight into Kerry, who stood just behind him, wrapped once again in the blanket. He took one look at it, then lifted his gaze to hers and grinned. “We’re quite a pair, we are, Starfish. One minute all but tearing each other’s clothes off with our teeth, the next, with five seconds to actually plan something, you’d think neither of us had ever done the horizontal folk dance.””
