Chapter SixAnyone who’s a decent commander can get someone to trust them, that’s not the issue,” Emily had handed her a crab salad sandwich, and Lola had managed not to throw it back in her face.
Mark was wisely keeping his mouth shut and paying attention to the boat. But she wondered if he was purposely using his mirrored lenses to reflect the sun into her eyes so that he looked like a dazzle-eyed star lord, a terribly handsome one, but still. He was on the verge of having his sunglasses smeared with crab salad moving at high velocity when he appeared to think better of it and looked aside.
“The issue—” Emily very smoothly reached up and dropped an ice cube down the back of Mark’s t-shirt.
His yelp made Lola feel much better.
“—is finding someone who can both command and think outside
