"Yes," asked Gavin with a show of interest. "What did I do?"
"You laughed at me. I can't forget it."
"I wouldn't laugh at you," he replied somberly.
The girl's eyes softened. They were remarkable eyes, long and black and lustrous, the lashes half-hiding them.
"Why, Gavin, I believe you're flirting with me."
There was an odd little laugh in the words. It was the first time she'd called him Gavin.
"Don't be too sure," said Gavin gruffly. His arms went around her waist. He pulled her to a seat beside him and kissed her roughly.
Someone rapped at the door. Nadia sprang to her feet. Gavin called out, "Who is it?"
"The steward, sir. The Captain sent me to fetch you to the messroom."