It was even more sweet and beautiful in person than on the various recordings he had of her. Diva—no, make that Maggie—had gifted him with a tiny piece of her past and her real self. As a warrior, he knew there was power in a name. That she’d given him her real name so freely was something special and potent. The words she sang were well-crafted and haunting. He hadn’t expected anything less from her, but knowing that he was the first outsider to hear this new tune was very special. John put his head back and watched her from under heavy eyelids. He’d pulled an extra-long shift getting them off the ground and then underway. He was really tired, but he was also astounded at the generosity of this small woman, to play and sing for him simply because she could. The song was beautiful. She was beautiful. If he wasn’t careful, he could easily fall for her, and John knew that was not a winning proposition. He was a soldier. An Enhanced one at that. He had no right entertaining the idea of a relationship of any kind with a woman like this.
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