“Bonnie, let the bird sing.” He said.
She gasped and spun around on the captain's chair. “David! You’re awake!”
“Work it. Work it.” Duchess said.
“I take that back,” David growled. “Duchess, quiet.”
“Thank goodness.” Bonnie abandoned the chair and dropped to her knees next to him, fingers prodding the very sore skin on his forehead. “I didn’t know how I was going to get you into the cabin if I had to. Does it hurt?”
“Yes.” He caught her searching hands and brought them together. “What happened? How’s the boat?”
“Boat’s okay. I think. You knocked yourself out trying to get to me. Your foot slipped and blam!” She tried to smack her hands together. “You conked your head on the railing.”
“Yeah. That I got. You okay?”
