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“I found Stacy in her bed…alone.” Jana found him sitting on the edge of one of the helicopter trailers. “What’s up with that, C? Want to talk about it?”
“She fell asleep standing in my arms, J. I carried her in.” She’d felt so light yet so substantial. If he’d had a bunk of his own, he might have carried her there. No. No, he wouldn’t. But he certainly liked the idea. Maybe he should hurry up fixing the next bunkhouse.
Jana hiked herself up to sit on the trailer beside him. Out of habit, he gave her a hand to provide stability that her hooks didn’t offer. That reminded him of Stacy’s question.
“What was it like, J? Losing that.” He tapped a finger on the plastic socket piece of her prosthetic.
“Seems like a distant dream now. Mostly I remember that it hurt like a son of a b***h. Lo
