CHAPTER SIX
“Hey there, girl, you can’t stay in bed all day. I gotta head out, get back to port.”
Laney opened her eyes to a blistering sun, the smell of scrambled eggs—and was that bacon too? —and a sour taste in her dry mouth. Her body wiggled against the mattress, raw and sore, limbs aching. But she wasn’t bound anymore, and at some time during the night a pillow and sheet had appeared.
She sat upright, pulling the sheet over her breasts self-consciously, and looked at the smiling fisherman with his tray of food.
“Eat!” he said, thrusting breakfast toward her.
“What time is it?”
“About seven. I’m already late for my normal rounds. You have a half hour to eat and get dressed.”
She looked around still trying to wipe the sleep from her eyes and get her bearings.
“I suppose, there’s
