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With the perimeter fence around the Flight Deck folded down and Astoria nowhere in sight, Hailey felt a hundred times more exposed.
Her first tour had been out of Virginia Beach, Virginia. She’d ridden out some rough storms—tail ends of hurricanes and such. But Mackey had said that tonight was nothing out of the ordinary. Just five thousand miles of open Pacific come to piss on us.
Clearly, this posting was going to have a whole lot of new experiences for her.
Experiences like the guy in the bar?
Vera had only brought him up about six more times—in that quiet way of hers. As if Hailey wasn’t thinking of him enough on her own.
She’d lived in enough small towns to see how completely he stood out in the crowd. Hell, he’d stand out in any crowd.
Hailey again checked the deck. Between
