Even though she’d wrapped herself in the makeshift poncho, she was shivering. He didn’t know if it was from the cold or the shock of seeing the chopper go down, but he was concerned.“The radio is dead,” he said.Disappointment darkened her lovely features. “Are you sure?”“It’s in pieces.” He raised the 9 mm Beretta he’d pilfered from one of the bodies. The pistol was covered with soot but had somehow survived the heat and flames. “This was the only valuable thing I could salvage.“And the men?”He shook his head. “No survivors.”She pressed her hand to her stomach. “I’d been hoping…” The need to comfort her overwhelmed his need for caution. He walked over to her, set his hands on her shoulders and squeezed gently. “Don’t think about them,” he said.“I’m not like you,” she said. “I can’t shut things out.”He wanted to tell her he wasn’t so good at it, either, but figured they’d both be better off if he let it go. “We need to keep moving.
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