Log of the HIMA Tesla
Wednesday, February 17
Afternoon Watch: Five Bells
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I spent the next two days avoiding the man whose very presence upset everything in my life, including my peace of mind.
Twice Jack caught me hurrying past him in the gangway, intent on some business or other. The first time he let me go with nothing but a laugh, but the second was much more disconcerting.
“You’re not still avoiding me, are you?” he asked two days after he had kissed me in the navigation room.
“What an absurd question. As if I would avoid anyone,” I said, adroitly sidestepping the question.
“I’m sorry if you think it’s absurd, but I don’t play games with people,” he said, the amusement in his eyes fading. “At least not those sort. I believe in calling a spade a spade, and I’ve had the
