“Pirate.” He says it like it’s a dirty word, even though it’s his life and profession. Maybe he expects her to recoil in disgust or deny the claim. She doesn’t. She lets it hang in the air, like the kiss, like everything.
She swallows, moving the barest inch closer to him. A few years ago she’d have never have thought herself capable of condemning a man to death or of cheating on Will. Now, she had done both and there was no taking it back.
She turned, leaving him to his fate.
Maybe he was right, she was a pirate.