The sailor's voice was like a trickle of ice water down the rail of her spine, making quick work of turning bones into rust. But when her overcast eyes settled on the seawoman, it was without a shred of surprise. Or sanctity.
"Monopolize?" The word was less than amused, even as James' attention swung away from the sailor in order to scrutinize the entertainment center as it was jostled toward the stairs. "I thought Sorry! was more your game."
Regardless of the lingering threat of vegetables, James stepped forward when Li mentioned helping. "Sure, I--"
Rick.
James went very still, frozen from a gorgon's stare. She gave him a very deliberate dose of eyes that were at once cagey and amazed. "You're moving in?"
His smile looked effortless, natural. She didn't buy it for a second.