14
At length Connie relaxed enough to come to her senses. For a moment, or maybe John imagined it, she curled against him. Perhaps comforted. Perhaps simply exhausted.
She pushed back, pushing off his shoulder, and sat up. The chill air slapped his chest, which had been Connie-warm a moment before. She moved aside and collapsed against the fence. Spotting the jacket, she dragged it on with rock-steady hands that had been shaking with the struggle moments before. She sat back with her hands jammed down in the pockets.
Once again they were two soldiers staring out at an Army base and freezing their damn asses off.
Then she rested a hand on his arm. A slender, warm hand that he could feel right through the heavy cloth.
“It was you, John.” Her voice was hoarse with tension. “I saw you loo
