Chapter Twenty
Eric had neglected so many of his duties that he was amazed the ship hadn’t fallen apart. “God, get it together, man,” he barked at himself as he did up his last shirt button on a clean uniform shirt while dressing for dinner. He checked his image in the mirror: He had a tanned complexion, eyes the color of golden whiskey, but he couldn’t hide the sadness lurking in him like shadows. It made his eyes duller, his face harder, but there was nothing he could do about it. He’d love to give himself a hard kick in the ass to make himself focus, get on with things.
He yanked open his door and realized his hands were damp. He wanted to laugh at how pathetic he was. When was the last time he’d been this nervous over a woman? He slammed the door behind him, and one of the crewmen co
