Over half of the people who’d been named were ex-military. What was this place?
Jodie decided that was a topic she didn’t want to explore any more than the Big Apple. Not with how badly she wanted to be sitting at Sal’s having pizza with her brother. And definitely not with how badly she wished she was already fifty miles down the road away from goddamn Stan Corman who had better not be scaring her dog again.
“I was a SEAL dog handler for three tours, conventional forces for three tours before that, until a mortar took Brandy—”
“That’s her dog,” Chelsea chimed in and served herself another piece of chicken. “I’m eating for two, you greedy little gullet,” again that soft smile down at her newborn.
“—took Brandy and me out of the action,” Jodie managed to squeeze in the words while she c
