Christmas at Steel Beach by M. L. Buchman

Author:M. L. Buchman [Buchman, M. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Buchman Bookworks
Published: 2014-11-17T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

“Matheo!”

“Ma bien-aimée!” Matheo Chastain practically shouted over the ship-to-ship comm circuit.

The call had been routed to Gail’s cabin. She was barely awake.

“How is your life being, my love?”

“Good,” Gail insisted. After what she and Sly had done to each other’s bodies last night—this morning, whatever it was—it was very hard to complain. It was, she checked her watch, an hour until it was time to start prep on this evening’s breakfast service.

She finally felt she had some form of control on the Peleliu’s galley and mess. Another triumph. Now she was ready to begin with some of her long-term plans.

And Sly Stowell. While she didn’t have plans there, she was definitely looking forward to a rematch. Their second time, he’d laid her back against the rear of the LCAC’s control cabin and blown rationality right out of her brain. They’d driven at each other until they both dripped with sweat. It was a good thing the windows had been replaced or their cries would have echoed about the Well Deck. She shifted in her bunk and felt deliciously achy.

She was doing, “Very good.”

“Very good? That is not what I am hearing,” Matheo’s voice regrounded her in the moment. “But when I consider the source, perhaps it is high praise indeed.”

“What source?”

Matheo’s parents had moved from a small town outside of Riems, France to just down the street from Gail’s childhood home in South Carolina. He was in junior high school and Gail was just starting to wonder what kindergarten might be like. He had made his English American-perfect by graduation, and then totally regressed by the time he was her culinary instructor at the Art Institute of Charleston. It was at least partly her fault he’d gone on to be a Navy chef; she’d coaxed him into signing up together. He must like it though, as he’d stayed in.

“The source, it was a totally despicable man who was allowed in my galley for mere minutes. My guest at the time was the group admiral, so they were minutes poorly spent by Monsieur Schmidt. He is lucky he did not leave my galley in irons. He is now a Second Class Petty Officer though I fear little humbled. He behaves only because he wishes his discharge to remain honorable. The admiral, he threatened to make this man swim home.”

“Well, I actually did have him tossed in the brig, though I don’t know if it ended up on his record.”

“Parfait! You must come see me and tell me about it.”

She laughed, “That could be a while. Wait. You saw Schmidt? Where are you anyway?” Maybe he’d seen him during the man’s transit back to stateside.

“I am aboard the George H.W. Bush, sweetheart.”

“Wow!” The newest aircraft carrier in the fleet. That was the premier mess in the Navy. There were bigger messes ashore, but the prestige rested with this newest carrier.

“You must come see. I want to show it to you, my Gail. I must ask you things.”

“I’m in Africa right now Matheo.

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