Lauren used the folding blade to brush back the crispy skin with a single long sweep. “Their lead dog handler liked me.” Georges Marchand had liked her a great deal. They spent four weeks in a cross-team training program together, and then a week with just them and their dogs at a Tunisian beach resort. His parting gift had been his Glauca.
“I wish someone liked me enough to give me a five-hundred-dollar knife.”
“Dream on, Major.”
“Maybe I’ll just steal yours.”
“You’re welcome to try.”
He grunted, “Could get to like you, Foster.” Then he tossed his own knife aside and began picked at his fish again with his bare fingers.
Fresh-caught, campfire-cooked, eaten among friends… Or at least military friends, which was a different category but still counted for a lot. It was some of the best
