He should be shot. Mark didn’t doubt it for a single second.
The jet engines blasted away loudly enough that he could sit in undisturbed contemplation. One i***t and eighty tons of food and medical supplies in the belly of a C-5 Galaxy. Nine hours until he switched planes at Aviano Air Base in Italy. Seven more back to the carrier.
And all he could think was that someone should take a gun to his head and put Major Mark Henderson out of his misery. If he could wipe the damn smile off his own face, it might help matters a bit. His cheeks were actually hurting.
He’d taken absolute, complete, and total advantage of a distressed woman strained far past rational consideration. It had been up to him to set the boundaries, boundaries he’d promised to uphold, and he’d blown right through every o
