The food settled like lead shot in his gut. Damn Lister. The Marine had tossed him under the bus by telling Mavis about the sabotage.Something David himself had been forced to swear to keep to himself.And then she’d looked at him.And he’d spied the pain in her hazel eyes.He tossed his garbage on the tray. The lance-corporal can clean up this mess by himself. David had damage control of his own to do. Without asking permission, David strode to the door.Lister intercepted him, picking his teeth with the folded edge of a bag. “Good luck.”David was surprised it wasn’t the quill from a canary, the conniving bastard. “Thank you, Sir.”He stepped into the morning light. To his right, people shuffled in the pearly dawn. Overhead, night fled before the sun, but the storm clouds to the north advanced. That wasn’t the only bad weather.On his left, Mavis marched toward the river. Pausing, she turned and arched an eyebrow, daring him.David squared his shoulders and followed. His men were in harm’s way, her niece was at risk and a pecker head threatened to undermine everything they’d hoped to build but he’d never ignore a dare.As soon as he reached her side, she began to walk.
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