“Are you two done?” Captain Brightman was looking down at them once again.
“Done for.”
“Done in.”
“Done with my ship,” Brightman corrected. “I’m giving you notice that I might throw a party once you’re airborne.”
Holly eyed the captain, but she looked as if she might be serious. “Um, perhaps you were right, Mike.”
“About what? Living together happily ever after?”
“No, about we should have been listening.”