17
Luca
Fuck.
We hadn’t just dodged a bullet, we’d dodged a whole damn minefield.
I’d been a heartbeat away from kissing Brooke, thinking with my little head instead of my big one, when Betty had shuffled to the rescue. Saved by the septuagenarian saleswoman.
But damned if I didn’t have regrets.
And I also remembered Plunk. That wasn’t his real name, obviously, but it was all we ever called him after he f****d up his gun assembly during Basic Combat Training and the magazine fell out as he raised his hand to shoot. Plunk. Thankfully, his skills had improved, and we’d gone through Ranger School together, but that still hadn’t stopped him from getting shot. Or from charming the panties off the nurse who took care of him in the hospital. They lived in Georgia now, had two kids and a cat
