He put his disgusting bundle aside and strode to his trunk, digging through it for some peppermint sticks. Perhaps they would help settle Kate’s stomach.
“How long have I been unconscious?” Daniel’s voice cut through his thoughts.
He sighed, knowing there was no way to get through this journey without talking to his brother occasionally. “About thirty-six hours. We’re already at sea.”
Daniel pierced him with a gaze. “Were you the one who had me drugged?”
“Of course not.” Talon shook his head in denial. “You were already here when Kathryn and I came on board.”
Daniel nodded toward the chamberpot. “Is she all right?”
“Seasick,” Talon muttered. “I’m hoping peppermint might help.”
Daniel closed his eyes and gave a dismissive flick of his hand. “Run along. Go play nursemaid to my wife.”
Talon glared at Daniel, debating whether to wipe that smug, effeminate look off his face. In the end, he merely picked up the chamberpot and exited the cabin, slamming the door behind him.
He’d save that battle for another day.
