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“It was weird.” Lola rolled her pair of dice and moved her backgammon marker three and two. Safe.
“What was?” Tim Maloney sat across the table from her, shaking his dice cup in the nearly empty chow tent. Sitting with Tim Maloney had rapidly become her treat to herself. Ever since the crazy golf game last week, he’d dropped the goggle-eyed expression he’d been aiming at her when he didn’t think she was watching. In its wake there remained an amazingly handsome, easygoing guy she enjoyed spending time with.
Breakfast had been cleared, and most of the base’s personnel had drifted away to do whatever they did. The fliers to kill time before sleeping through the day. The 160th SOAR was called the Night Stalkers for a reason: they flew at night and slept in the day. The maintenance guys we
