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Swain sank back down into his seat and curled his fist around the neck of his beer bottle, clenching so hard, it was a wonder he didn’t break the glass. Sassi was sure he was cursing when he bowed his head to glare at the tabletop.
“If you want to go with him, I can head back to the boat alone,” she said.
“It’s a ship,” he hissed, his voice guttural, darker and more ominous than she’d heard it.
Seemed like a ridiculous distinction, but what he valued wasn’t her call. “Okay, then I can go back to the ship,” she said and started to shimmy along the bench. “I’ll cancel our food order and—”
Lunging over the table, he caught her wrist. “You can’t get off the ship by yourself, how you gonna get back on it? And I told you, you’re not staying there alone.”
“Okay,” she said, yanking her a
