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“Where is she? I need her. Why do we not have a tracker on her yet?” I asked, desperate for my woman. We landed two hours ago. We had to deliver Ashley first to California, talk to her brother and then get back on the plane. Then we had to go to the office, drop our gear, debrief, and shower. I wanted to skip it all, but Dawson said we had to be disciplined, even though I could see he was biting at the bit to be home like the rest of us. Now we were and she was nowhere to be found.
“Seriously, you want to put a tracker on her?” Davis asked.
“If we did, we would know exactly where she was right now.”
“I can just locate her through her phone,” Davis said.
“We all do. We’ve all missed her,” Ford said.
“I had to jerk off on the plane just to take the edge off, or I’d be a two-
