Chapter TwoGarret didn’t know which of the two looked more dangerous: the tall slip of a blonde or her damn dog. It was clear that neither was glad to see him.
Of all the possible soldiers command could have sent his way, why did it have to be her? Had someone seen the shared high school in their past and decided they were doing him a favor? No. They’d looked at skills and decided she was the best fit for the job based on skills and availability—meaning she’d already been in the dustbowl rather than having to be shipped in from the States.
He didn’t doubt that for a second. She’d always been one of those overachiever types. A top student and the school’s star decathlete. After watching her win seven-of-ten events in a decathlon, easily winning the overall event freshman year, he’d tried
