Gail was torn between a desire to laugh, cry, or throw herself at Chief Stowell and damn the consequences.
The laughter was the joy that maybe she wasn’t in this alone. And the weeping was the relief for the same reason. The throwing herself at the Chief she only resisted because there was still too much unresolved. That, and she could see his crew moving about the hovercraft and occasionally casting glances up in their direction.
Sly was such a good man it was almost unbelievable. She’d come to him out of desperation, not really expecting him to find his way through the bizarre maze that was her life.
But he did.
She told him about the Admiral Ney Award and her desire to create the best mess in Navy.
He asked about what she thought she’d learn not only from Matheo but also from cooki
