Bells began to peal, and Kit instinctively glanced at the clock bolted to the wall. It wasn’t time for change of shift. “All hands!” someone called down, and footsteps began to echo through the passageway as sailors ran to their assigned positions on deck. “Bloody damnable hell,” Grant said, and stepped back, putting between them the space he’d have known she needed. His hands were on his hips, and a spark was in his eyes. “It’s proving very difficult to seduce you, what with the constant interruptions.” Her eyes gleamed. “Is that what you’re doing? Trying to seduce me?” “Among other things.
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