There wasn’t enough room for both sets of long legs beneath the tiny galley table, so he sat on the bunk and sipped his coffee.
She shifted her feet out of his way, looking at the imprints her shoes left behind in the carpet. “Uh, sir–you do know that the floor is wet in here?”
“It’s Liam in private, Diana, and yes, I do know the floor is wet in here. This boat is sinking.”
She blinked at him. “Sinking?” Her voice faltered. “As in, below the surface of the harbor?”
“Slowly.”
Excerpt from the second Liam Campbell novel, So Sure of Death. I’m working on the fifth book in the series now.
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