If they did, Knigh would likely be here until the Navy was satisfied the new captain, whoever that was, would continue working under the terms of the letter of marque. Then he’d return to the Venatrix, hunting the next pirate bounty, pulling himself back together after the cannon blast that was Vee.

So although seeing her walk out of FitzRoy’s cabin had rocked through him like a punch in the gut, he had no right to expect nor ask for anything more than they’d already given each other. For whatever time they had left, that would have to be enough.

Let this be a pleasant break in his usual work—a hospitable island with laughter and pleasure and moments of welcome rest in her bright sun, before returning to the sea and its endless battles and the constant need to maintain control over his slumbering rage.

“Even if”—he cleared his throat—“more had happened, I’d have no right to be angry with you. It’s not as though we’re married or engaged.”

An odd strangled half-laugh burst from her and she covered her mouth. Such a strange gesture for her when she so often spoke her mind.

Perry raised an eyebrow, glancing from him to Vee and back again. “So, am I safe to leave you two to talk alone? No more good counsel needed?”

They both scoffed, the tension in the room whooshing out with their breaths. “No,” he said, meeting Vee’s gaze, which was dark and unreadable today. “I think we have it from here.”

Eyebrow raised, she nodded. “Thank you, Perry.”

“Excellent. I do love—er—well, I take a lot of pride in a job well done.” She brushed her hands off as if she’d been working lines on deck. “Enjoy your chat”—she opened the door, a waft of air blowing through the room—“then really enjoy making up.” She flashed a grin as brazen as any of Vee’s, then disappeared, closing the door softly in her wake.

He gestured for Vee to sit. Perry’s chair was empty now, but with a little luck, she’d choose the space on the bunk beside him. Maybe he shouldn’t, but he wanted her close. Her cool hands on his brow, the reassurance of her touch, however temporary that had to be.

She watched him, then her gaze fell to the spot beside him. For once there was no hint of humour in her eyes, edging her lips. “I—I am sorry.” Brows drawn together, she nodded. “It was a mistake.”

Vee. Apologising. Again.

He snorted softly and nodded, smiling. “I know. In case it wasn’t clear, you’re completely forgiven—not that you wronged me. As I said”—he lifted his hands, palms towards her—“no right. No demands.”

A sharp sigh blew from her, then the corner of her mouth rose, and she came to sit on the bunk.