If you’re the cook,” he said between mouthfuls, “I’m your captain. You can’t continue speaking to me that way.”
“You aren’t dressed like a captain.”
Gray looked down at his homespun tunic and the loose-fitting trousers cinched with a knotted cord. The clothes of a common seaman,, borrowed from a sailor now dead. He hadn’t the luxury of fine attire on the Kestrel. With the ship so undermanned, he had to be everywhere-climbing the rigging, down in the hold.
“Don’t look apologetic. They suit you.” Her gaze glanced off his shoulders, then dropped to the floor. “But I see you’ve kept the detested boots.”
He shrugged, spooning up another bite of chowder. “I’ve broken them in now.”
“And here I hoped you were keeping them for sentimental reasons.

Autor: Tessa Dare

If you’re the cook,” he said between mouthfuls, “I’m your captain. You can’t continue speaking to me that way.”<br />“You aren’t dressed like a captain.”<br />Gray looked down at his homespun tunic and the loose-fitting trousers cinched with a knotted cord. The clothes of a common seaman,, borrowed from a sailor now dead. He hadn’t the luxury of fine attire on the <i>Kestrel.</i> With the ship so undermanned, he had to be everywhere-climbing the rigging, down in the hold.<br />“Don’t look apologetic. They suit you.” Her gaze glanced off his shoulders, then dropped to the floor. “But I see you’ve kept the detested boots.”<br />He shrugged, spooning up another bite of chowder. “I’ve broken them in now.”<br />“And here I hoped you were keeping them for sentimental reasons. - Tessa Dare




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