Rogue Wave

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Usually men want to dominate Zoë and, mostly, she can’t be concerned. But with Wash, she imagines – yes, she’s come to imagining – it’d be like his flying: easy on the controls, taking her where she already wants to go, him along for the wondrous ride.

When it was just her and Mal, Zoë could always see the horizon, though sometimes a mite close for comfort. Now comes this pilot, blocking her view, making her look at things up close. One moment it’s as clear as clear and the next he’s knocked her off balance, and she’s gone all wet again.