giant puppy, bounding around with his tongue hanging out. No wonder Mary wasnât interested in him. A quiet soul like her would prefer a man of suave sophistication.
Did he want her to be interested in him anyway? Sometimes when she smiled up at him, he wanted to draw her close. Her gentle ways soothed him, intrigued him, balanced him.
Heâd never imagined himself with anyone but a perky blonde, but now he longed for Maryâs company. Strange. Heâd have to wait and see what happened.
Jim entered the forward boiler room and shed his navy blue jacket. Heat pressed in, and the roar of the machinery assaulted his ears. At some point heâd have to do his turn down here with the âblack gangâ in the engine and boiler rooms, but he wouldnât volunteer.
Working his way through the maze of pipes and cables, he kept a respectful distance from the hot steam pipes.
Up ahead, Arch studied a gauge and made a note on a clipboard. His blond hair curled around his forehead.
âHey, Curly!â Jim called.
Arch shot him a withering glare and jammed his cover over the disobedient locks. âWhatâs the matter? Assistant gunnery officer has nothing to do in peacetime?â
âNothing to shoot but the breeze.â Jim gave him a jaunty smile and a sheet of paper. âBut I do have an important memo from Durant. Jim Avery, assistant messenger boy, second class.â
Arch smiled, skimmed the message, and slipped it onto his clipboard. âAh, soon theyâll give us both plenty to do.â
âI know. Got a practice loading drill at 1500 hours.â
âItâll be a busy month. Glad weâre coming back to Boston, though. Good home port.â
âDoes Gloria like it here?â A drop of sweat broke free from Jimâs hatband.
âSure. She likes her job well enough.â He marched down to the next gauge. âBut sheâd follow me anywhere. Iâm quite a catch, you know.â
Jim winced at the cynicism in Archâs voice. How many times had they been through this? âYou donât think she loves you only for your money, do you?â
âI donât know.â Arch peered at the gauge and adjusted a valve. âThought she was different, but all she talks about lately is money, shopping, how wonderful it is to buy nice things.â
âBecause of her job or because of you?â
He shrugged. âDoes it matter?â
âLook, weâre coming out of the Depression. Most of us had to scrounge and save and do without. She sounds like every other American girl with a good paycheck right now.â
âIâm sure thatâs all it is.â His tone contradicted his words. âSay, you donât think weâll see any action this month, do you?â
Jim laughed. âAlong the New England coast?â
âWeâll be in this war before the end of our cruise, mark my words. You heard the newsâGermany says escorting convoys is an act of war. And here we are committed to escorting convoys in the near future.â
âYeah. The Battle of the Atlanticâs really heating up.â Steam hissed overhead. Jim shuddered at the thought of the thousands of men who had perished the past week in the sinkings of the British battlecruiser HMS Hood and theGerman battleship Bismarck . The war at sea had claimed many ships, many lives, and now the US Navy was skipping right into the middle of it.
Arch dashed to the source of the hissing steam and tightened a valve. âGloria might need to find another checkbook to raid, because weâll be at sea longer than a month.â
Even if Congress declared war that day, theyâd have to return to port in a month to restock. But correcting Arch when he was in a mood like this would only waste words. âSee you later, buddy. Off to pretend to fire my guns.â
Back up topside, Jim took a bracing breath of cool air. The deck rolled gently beneath his feet. Far to