Chapter 11
The next morning Carter paced as he glanced at his watch for the sixth time in the past twenty seconds. He was in his work out clothes waiting to see if Kinsley would show up. She had stormed out on him yesterday pretty perturbed. A small part of him knew she would come back, she needed him for training and other things that were probably now off the table. Kinsley needed more than physical exertion to exercise her demons but that was a can of worms he wasn’t willing to open so early in the morning. Everyone who had tried to talk to her about the incident got an ass chewing or a lame excuse. Kinsley was good at hiding behind her wall of sarcasm and anger. He had read past it the minute he had met her. He had seen PTSD too many times to count to know the symptoms by heart. Kinsl
