Chapter 8
“Matheo!”
“Ma bien-aimée!” Matheo Chastain practically shouted over the ship-to-ship comm circuit.
The call had been routed to Gail’s cabin. She was barely awake.
“How is your life being, my love?”
“Good,” Gail insisted. After what she and Sly had done to each other’s bodies last night—this morning, whatever it was—it was very hard to complain. It was, she checked her watch, an hour until it was time to start prep on this evening’s breakfast service.
She finally felt she had some form of control on the Peleliu’s galley and mess. Another triumph. Now she was ready to begin with some of her long-term plans.
And Sly Stowell. While she didn’t have plans there, she was definitely looking forward to a rematch. Their second time, he’d laid her back against the rear of the LCAC’s
