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They’d flown together for four more hours, spent another three hanging out in airports, and were now rolling along in Paps’ truck as the sunset faded from the Oklahoma sky. John’s dad was an only slightly smaller version of his son.
Connie couldn’t puzzle out two facts.
First, why she’d said “yes” in the first place.
And second, had she actually flirted with Staff Sergeant John Wallace?
She’d done more than flirt.
She’d kissed him at Fort Campbell. Really kissed him. Twice.
He’d made her feel safe. Made her feel strong. Made her feel that she’d make it through another day.
And then she’d kissed him.
“That was interesting.” About the stupidest thing she’d ever said to someone she’d just kissed. But it was.
Never before had her knees gone liquid from a kiss, nor had her pulse po
