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She borrowed Jack’s shower when they were done, not bothering to close the door. He watched her dry herself off afterwords, then toss her towel in the laundry chute and blow-dry her hair.
“Are you here tomorrow?” she asked, catching his eye in the mirror as she arranged her hair into a knot.
“No,” Jack replied. “They released my brig from dry dock and I need to return to her.”
Candy fit a decorative comb in her hair and turned from side to side to consider her reflection. Seeing Jack considering her, she smiled. “You don’t seem like one of those stick-in-the-mud, by-the-book lieutenants,” she said. “I’d be wiling to make the trip out to see you.”
“And charge for it, too, I’m sure.”
“I do have to pay my rent.” She turned around and gave him an apologetic smile. “The time I spend travelling to you is time I can’t sell to somone else.” She thought for a moment. “I suppose that if you kept me for the night I could waive that, providing the travel time wasn’t too much. Or if your officers wanted to entertain me as well that might be an option. Now where did I leave my dress? Ah,” she said, walking into the main room and seeing it on a chair. She stepped neatly into it and pulled it up to her shoulders, working the hidden clasps efficiently into place. Then she slipped on her shoes, collected her bag and stood before him, red satin and pale skin. “Let me know what you decide.”
A soft chime sounded in her bag. “Time to go,” she said. “Until next time.” She took the envelope he offered and let herself out.
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