He'd gone to Tee's quarters fully intending to tell her that her position was temporary, that he intended to let her go as soon as he found another flyer. But somehow she'd plowed him under; that crazy mix of bravado, naivete, and grace under fire she exuded, it had totally snowed him. He'd stood there like a moron and let her wheedle him into letting her keep her job long-term. It wasn't like the dependable Ian that everyone back home knew: the responsible son, the summa cum laude finance major, the guy his sister called Mr. Goody-two-shoes.The pilot didn't have a clue as to her effect on him— which was a good thing, because he hadn't figured it out himself. No woman had ever affected him this way.It was a moot point, anyway. It wasn't as if he could have any relationship with this girl. Not only was she his pilot, but she had a shaky history and was a non-royal— and his Vash opponents in the Great Council were watching his every move, waiting for him to make just one misstep. No, Ian would marry the woman chosen for him.
