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at the stern, holding the wheel. The night made him darker, and maybe taller, she wasn’t sure. Even the wheel seemed smaller with him holding it.

      ‘You should be in the cabin. You could fall against something, or stumble overboard.’ He raised his voice. ‘Or have to speak to someone like Gidley, who can’t sing and wouldn’t know what to do with a woman.’

      She heard a chuckle wafting back through the air—and then another.

      One more voice—a strong baritone she didn’t recognise—called out and she wasn’t even sure of the direction. ‘When I’m finished with a woman, she’s the one singing—my praises. Send her my way if she can’t sleep.’

      Warrington snapped out, ‘You’re going to find yourself upside down and hanging from a mast if you don’t take care.’

      ‘Best leave his lordship be,’ an unrecognisable voice shouted.

      Melina guessed the words came from Gidley, but she wasn’t sure.

      ‘His mama didn’t teach him to share,’ the man continued to taunt.

      Warrington put his words low, snapped them together and spoke to her. ‘Are you pleased with the discussion you have caused?’

      ‘The only grumbler is his lordship,’ Melina said.

      ‘You tell ’im, sweet,’ a voice rang out.

      ‘Anyone touches her, they go overboard,’ Warrington said, his voice not overly loud, but with enough force to take the sound to the tips of the sails.

      ‘Including the captain?’ someone asked from the shadows.

      ‘Especially the captain.’

      Melina crossed her arms and put challenge in her voice. She turned to face him. ‘It is a good thing I am fond of his lordship, then, so no one will have to go into the sea.’ Her lips turned up and she put her chin closer to his. ‘Besides, he’s the only man who’s ever emptied my pails.’

      Whistles sounded, mixed with a few muffled hoots.

      He stepped sideways enough to hold the wheel with one hand and snake the other around her waist, pulling her so close she could feel the heat of his breath and hear his rough whisper. ‘I should never have brought you.’

      She turned, her hair catching in the bristles on his chin. ‘I know,’ she replied in kind. ‘But I’m here and the ship can’t turn back.’

      His fingers loosened on her waist and as she moved away, he took a step, scooping her closer. Before her feet settled, she found herself tucked between the wheel and a firm male. Both his hands steered Ascalon. She had room to breathe and little else.

      ‘You might as well learn to guide the ship.’ Warrington leaned to whisper to her ear. ‘You’re not going anywhere for a while.’

      She tried to push away, but he trapped her and she couldn’t leave.

      ‘Let’s not let the seamen think we’re having a lovers’ quarrel,’ he whispered.

      ‘I don’t feel well.’ She spoke between gritted teeth.

      ‘Then try to miss the boots.’