“Wait! Don’t go.” I hauled myself from the pool. I padded over to the chaise and grabbed two towels. I handed him one.
“Thanks,” he mumbled, wrapping it around his shoulders. His eyes roamed over my bikini clad body almost longingly. His look was so intense that I shivered.
“I-I’d better check the meat,” I said to fill the sudden silence.
Daniel nodded but didn’t say anything.
Stooping, I picked up his wadded up shirt and shook it out, meaning to hand it to him. Something fell out of the pocket and hit the concrete with a metallic thud. I picked it up. It was Daniel’s dog tags. One set was his and two more that held the names of two men that I assumed had been in his platoon.
“They gave them to me,” he said, staring at the tags in my hands. “Well their wives and mothers gave them to m
