"Not letting anything bad?" Duke asked. "Or not letting anything?"

They were making their way out of the harbor now, and the boat rocked slowly up and down over the swells. An ocean breeze came through the open doors on either side of the wheelhouse. Engine noise was part of Octavia's happy place -- these things were Duke's. Something relaxed in him out here that never did when he was on land.

"Brothers. What a pain."