"You sacked Nassau…"
Her voice droned on.
Sack.
His eyes darted towards her, standing there in that wet chemise. The corners of his mouth twitched. Sack indeed! He'd not mind bedding her.
Sack.
She continued to harangue him, cutting through his thoughts. Reminding him why he'd never married.
Sack? Ah yes, Nassau, excellent rum.
She continued to blather on as he recalled his task. Two steps, rap! Bending down, he opened up the cache.
Trying to explain.
"You spent three days…" Her voice, cut through his thoughts again.
Thrusting the rum bottle at her, wondering. Perhaps? "Welcome to the Caribbean, luv."