Chapter 3
Sly Stowell grinned. He kept it under his visor, but he liked getting a piece of his own back after she’d laughed at him. Chiefs were supposed to be on the same side—no matter what their department was. Being the backbone of the Navy wasn’t a kid’s game. The enlisted looked up to CPOs for guidance, and the officers needed someone who actually knew how to get things done. And just because she had “Steward” after the “Chief” rather than “Petty Officer” shouldn’t matter either.
He could hear the Charleston in her voice. Southern girl. Had a laugh that sounded right down home. Who knew they built women like her, knockout redhead with a proper accent and a Chief besides. Though he did wonder about her. Some Chiefs who wore the silver rather than the gold on their insignia were more
