A GOLDEN MAN TO SEEK A GOLDEN FORTUNE
“You do look like a pirate, you know,” Bess said.
“And you look like a wanton.”
Bess felt herself flush with anger. “Perhaps we are neither of us what we seem. It is your sword arm I wish to hire, nothing else.”
He grinned wolfishly. “Good. For as well formed as ye may be, I’ve no interest in any lass who fancies herself a man.”
“Are you always so crude?”
“Aye. Ye may as well get used to it, for I step aside for no man, and I take sass from no woman.”