My mother forced me on a blind date with a Navy Commander. “Be grateful he even looked your way,” she sneered. At dinner, he grabbed my arm. “You’ll follow my rules,
Adrian’s thumb drew lazy, confident circles on the back of my hand. “You’re quiet,” he noted, misreading my silence for submission. I gently withdrew my hand, reaching for my water glass. “I was just thinking about the USS Leviathan, Commander.” The casual mention of his nuclear submarine—currently docked under heavy guard at Fort Severn—made his…