She blinked. "A bath?"

The first time he'd called her to his cabin on board the Calypso and explained that he knew she wasn't Lady Celia, he'd outlaid what he was going to do about it. In the light of that, what was a bath? Nothing.

"I like to be clean."

"I see."

If Flint was only going to ask for that a bath she could oblige. Although it was ridiculous she was at his mercy like this. Why should she? She wasn't buying his freedom for him to have a bath. ...