Chapter Twenty-Four
“So, what time are you meeting with Mary-Jo?” Joe asked.
Joan lowered her coffee back to the table in the wardroom with a soft thud. She watched as Joe walked over to the thermos of coffee and poured himself one, turning to her with a careful, concealed expectation in his eyes. She was aware of a lot of things about Joe. First, there was the fact that he was the sexiest man—next to the captain, that is—that she’d ever seen. He was well-muscled, tall, and ruggedly handsome, with a boyish mischievous grin and smile that knocked her on her ass and did all kinds of fluttery things in her heart. She loved talking to him, being around him, and she enjoyed the banter that went back and forth between them.
“Soon. I presume you’d like to be present?” Joan asked, smiling as sh
