12
“Two years, Roy.” Deborah was seething with frustration. Roy was doing one of his dense-professor things. “It’s a two-year assignment here. That’s all. Then I’ll be shipping out again.”
“I know that.”
“I take command of the Constitution in,” she checked her watch, “twenty minutes.” She so didn’t have time for this. How had it all gotten so serious anyway? Of course he had come to the ceremony. They’d been inseparable for a month and it wouldn’t feel right if he wasn’t here when she took command. But to propose to her now? On the ship’s quarterdeck? The man was totally nuts.
Roy stood before her just as calmly as could be, making her feel even more that she’d been sleeping with a lunatic.
“We’ve known each other for barely three weeks, you can’t propose to me.”
“Four weeks today, a
