She blinked. "A bath?"
The first time he'd called her to his cabin on board the Calypso and explained that he knew she wasn't Lady Celia, he'd outlaid what he was going to do about it. In the light of that, what was a bath? Nothing.
"I like to be clean."
"I see."
If Flint was only going to ask for that a bath she could oblige. Although it was ridiculous she was at his mercy like this. Why should she? She wasn't buying his freedom for him to have a bath. But equally, if she didn't let him, what else might he demand? A bath? A bath, it was then. Fine.
She walked to the door to call Susan to fill the copper tub. She'd no other servants though, did she? What if he knew that? A bath? Odd, when he was so keen to get to it, he'd offered her the heir right there on the staircase yet now he pr
