“No,” Swain said, eyeing them all. “She’s off-limits, to everyone, hear me? No one touches another member of the crew until I see a marriage certificate.”
He’d had female cooks before, but never like Sassi. They were usually older and more homely, so he’d had no worries about any of his men screwing around with them. He’d expected Swing to make advances and Fidget to do a lot of staring, but Foist?
His usually reserved engineer never bothered with the ship drama. Foist kept to himself and spent his time with him and Jockey rather than the idiots subordinate to them. It wasn’t like Foist to get involved in their drooling. But Sassi was hot and with a mouth like that, she wasn’t doing herself any favors.
“That’s a bit extreme, Cap’n,” Jockey said.
“Foist, wheelhouse,” Swain barked at the
