Her waist-length brown hair that had once carried the scent of coconut milk and vanilla beans was now tinted fuchsia and chopped off into a long, angled bob with spiky bangs. Her freckled skin was painted up like a streetwalker’s. Her soft curves were hard, skinny, angular. Her nails, which had a...
What was today? Christmas? I was being invited to another SEAL gathering. This was too easy—way too easy. But my nerves and skin felt raw and exposed. I couldn’t shake the feeling that Grant was on to me.I’d only met Annie once briefly at the sendoff when Joaquín deployed last summer. She seemed ...
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Annie slept in late on Sunday but I couldn’t rest. I snuck out to the farmer’s market to get food, and came back and made her breakfast in bed. I wasn’t much of a chef, more of a short order cook: scrambled eggs, bacon, toast. I liked taking care of her. In the afternoon...