Blow Me Down
Blow Me Down
“. . .
—Ibid, Act I “Holder, can you—”
“No.”
I gave him a disgusted glare. “You’ve been talking to Corbin, haven’t you?”
The first mate, now clad in tight leather pants, a swishy white shirt, and a red sash tied around his waist, cocked an eyebrow at me briefly before returning his attention to the blond barmaid who stood behind a tall counter polishing a row of metal tankards. “Of course I have. And he told me to tell you no when you asked me to sail you to Turtle’s Back, and I, ever the dutiful friend, have just done as I was so ordered. Can you be ready to leave in an hour?”
“Huh?” He grinned at me. I smacked him on the arm and said, “You’re going to take me? What was all that no business?”
“Corbin told me to tell you no. I said I would. So I said no. He didn’t actually forbid me to take you home,” Holder answered, still grinning. I grinned back.
“I like how you think. Yes, we can be ready to leave in an hour. Er . . . that is, we’ll be ready if you tell me where Bas is.”
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