“That wasn’t very subtle, Douglas,” Carolyn observed, a lightly scolding tone in her voice.
He blinked at her. “I don’t know what you mean.”
She huffed. “Your cabin address. Card tricks, ghost stories or sex? Please. Martin’s sitting there with you, so he knows that’s not directed at him, and even he could work out that it’s me and not Arthur…”
“Just one of my jokes,” Douglas assured her. “It’s not exactly a new game. ‘Things you’d never say to a cabinful of passengers’.”
“I’m just saying,” she said warningly, “If Martin starts smelling a rat, it’s entirely on you.”
Prompt(s): caramel and/or bigger Warning(s): Okay, here we go: Mentions of childbirth, ANGST, mention of a major character death. I’m sorry. Ship(s): Team Bobsled, and the Douglas-Theresa friendship I’ve been harping on about for the past eon. Part 5/5 | previous part
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As it turned out, everything did have a silver lining.