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Maggie had found a couple of retired Navy buddies, traveling with their wives. The five of them were talking Navy jets and RVs. Curt knew from long experience that anything with an engine earned a hundred percent of Maggie’s attention no matter how she was dressed.
Jasper and Jana were playing a silent pool game with a grim determination that was actually a little freaky. The remains of a demolished beef, mushroom, and onion large-size pizza was spread across four plates, with a couple slices going over to Maggie.
Stacy sat across the table from him, leaning forward with an intensity that he’d wager wasn’t going to make it to the bottom of her second beer. He liked that she was a total lightweight. It fit her far better than a woman who could chug a six-pack. Nervous energy was all th
