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“‘Adult up’? I get this from a cool mom who plays video games with her kids.”
“No,” Laura tossed several breaded fillets of barramundi onto the barbie. “The kids play video games with me. I was a gamer before they came along and I’m still queen of the roost.”
“Maybe I’m the one to take you down.” Which would be easy. Laura didn’t even come up to her shoulder. Her hair was auburn and her body looked…comfortable. Holly could feel her own soldier-fitness decaying second-by-second. A SASR operator trained six to twelve hours a day—when they weren’t on a mission. Missions took far more physical energy than any training could simulate. She hadn’t even done a 10K run in days, never mind a half-marathon with a heavy rucksack. Laura didn’t have a handy military-grade gym, though her gaming mac
