“It is quite . . . compact, is it not?” Vel glances around.
“What’s the obsession with this piece of junk anyway?” I mutter.
After considering everything that could go wrong, I have to say, “I see the value in that.”
“I thought you might. Let’s take a look at the cockpit.”
March shrugs. “Old interface, but I can manage. We’ll be all right, Jax.”
“You cheated!” Surge roars. “If you think I’m letting you take my ship—”
Dina snorts. “Serves them right for signing on with a scruffy, shamefaced mash-brain like you.”
March shakes his head. “That’s one way to enforce the status quo.”
We all exchange a dubious glance.
Sadly, nobody disputes his assessment.
I check the port one last time. “So what do you think?”
I raise a brow. “I thought he was a friend of yours.”
lt feels good to be in the chair again.
March shakes his head at me, I hope with affection. “You’re crazy, Jax.”
Afraid of damn near
everything
.