Some of his thoughts that’d brushed her consciousness implied he didn’t think he belonged here. And it didn’t seem as if he felt this way because she was a Sub or because he expected her to screw him over in some way but because he simply never had a home. In time, though, he’d change his mind. She just had to make sure he had the time he needed. Granted it was a rough start to a captain-XO relationship. But it was better than the other option—no XO at all. It’d been two months since her last XO had been promoted to a different ship and her crew was sick of coming to her with her with every issue onboard. She couldn’t really blame them. She wasn’t always the easiest person to deal with. If they found out she’d had the opportunity for an XO and ignored it after tossing the one Fleet sent, they just might become mutinous. Despite common opinion, she knew her limits. She could survive a lot of things but a mutinous crew wasn’t one of them. After walking down the hallway to her bedroom she grabbed a set of workout clothes and a towel and threw them into her duffel before making her way through the maze of corridors to the gym.
