The Worst Ship in the Fleet (Dumb Luck and Dead Heroes, #1)

by Skyler Ramirez

Have you ever seen one of those women whose dimensions are so perfect that it hurts? And whose face is so wonderfully proportioned, with smooth unblemished skin that never needs an ounce of makeup, that it makes you forget your wife—well, ex-wife for me? Me neither.

“With all due respect…” Again, how come people only use those words when no actual respect is implied?

But I was sure that I was hungry. So, I asked Hoag to make me a sandwich. I have no idea how that man made dehydrated turkey and cheese taste so good, but I was seriously thinking that if things didn’t work out with Lin, maybe I could marry my steward. At least then I’d never go hungry. I took the food and headed back to my cabin.