Chapter FourKeep trying,” Debbie managed past a constricted throat, trying not to make their first meeting too awkward. “Six months tops and it should cover those awkward ears.”
“Mom would like you.”
“She doesn’t like the kind of trollops you normally drag home?” Maybe it was the Alabama heat shimmering off the airfield that melted what little manners she normally maintained.
Silvan had the decency to laugh despite her catty remark. “Not much. Would you believe that some of them haven’t even read The Hobbit?”
“Horrors!”
“Indeed,” he agreed.
And that had set the tone for their entire first meeting. They’d shared stories of trainings and missions, of joining the military and that they were each nearing their first decade of service.
She’d felt bad about not sharing her past, but Silva
