Chapter Twelve
“Come!”
Evelyn’s heart thudded in her chest as she entered Commander Lynch’s office. If his voice was any indication, he was not happy with the interruption or her, or perhaps both. She licked her dry lips and stood at attention in front of the man’s desk.
He peered at her over his glasses, his gaze sharp and piercing.
Now she knew how a bug under a microscope felt. She straightened her spine and met his stare with one of her own. In for a penny, in for a pound.
“What can I do for you, Reid?”
“Uh, I’m here to request a different flight instructor, sir.”
“Is there a problem with the one you have? Is he unavailable?”
“It’s...well, we’re—”
“Spit it out. I haven’t got all day.” He tossed his pen onto the desk and crossed his arms, a frown creasing his forehead.
“There
