Good look for him, she had to say. It was probably a good thing she was actually used to people looking horribly beaten up, or else she might have been shocked into dropping him. What kind of drop did this boat have?

"Trying to fall off the edge? It sure looked like you were," Lydia chastised dryly, brows arching neatly at him as she finally released his shirt. He seemed firmly planted on the deck again; that meant she could. Unless he really did have a death wish and planned on flinging himself off the edge afterwards.