In truth he was glad to be out of there. He was getting tired of seeing Summers, despite how positively sexy she was. If she wore a bit less clothing, or something tighter, he could probably stomach being around her a little easier. But since she dressed as modestly and professionally as she could—not even cropping her uniform—there wasn’t much reason to have her around. She was a stick in the mud, and grouchy, and for some reason always on his case. He assumed it was because he was attractive to her. Why else would she give him so much more attention than anyone else—and hell, he didn’t blame her—but her way of flirting was confusing and tiring. And always left him in need of a good stiff drink and a long nap. He liked being the acting XO. It gave him a sense of authority and importance that he knew he’d always deserved, but he’d happily go back to being just the defense officer—still the most important job on the ship—if it meant getting Calvin back. He’d been lonely these last few days and it was starting to feel like the band had broken up.
