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Chapter 5
5 Zoe struggled to make some sense of her surroundings. Everything had gotten so disorienting that even that slightest contact with Christian was the only thing that kept her from flying apart. She’d stopped as soon as she caught herself, but she missed that tiny bit of human contact badly. They were seated on the verandah of what she supposed was an upscale Italian restaurant. The food was good—though not up to Pismo Beach standards, or even Fort Rucker DFAC standards—but the Fort Rucker Dining Facility had some seriously good cooks working the line so maybe the comparison wasn’t fair. Ahead of her lay the Atlantic: nothing but the Cape Verde Islands five hundred kilometers over the horizon until the ocean slammed up against The Bahamas. The sun was easing down toward that watery line i
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