THIRTY-TWO
Gathering his crew around the chart table, Swain prepared to start his briefing. They’d cast off early that morning and were underway on a course for the salvage site, making good time for the first day.
The crew had been insistent about putting Eros through her paces and forging on full steam ahead. As captain, he liked the attitude. But as a man, he was conscious of how many nautical miles were stretching between himself and his lady.
Except, damn, she wasn’t his lady, and he couldn’t let himself spend the next four months thinking that she was or that she even might be.
Swain had all the usual faces on his crew and two additional men on his team for this extended trip. Gunther and Anch were good guys who’d worked hard on other vessels in his fleet in the past.
