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A week later and John still hadn’t pushed her. The man was decent down to his core.
Connie cut across the parking lot between the temporary quarters to Grimm Hall for a meeting.
She would have to figure out how to thank him for that some day. And to thank him for coming to sit with her. The first time, when waves of the anger and sorrow and pain threatened to overwhelm her. The solo battle always wrung her dry. John had made it easier to face, or at least easier to ride through.
And the second time, the easy companionship—which was also not something she was used to. And none of the pressure to get her in bed. She actually wouldn’t mind that so much with John, but the pressure got old real fast. Connie knew she was pretty enough, an Army soldier, and female. That put her front and c
