“What?”
Tracy sighed. “I had to kick him to the curb,” she said quietly. “I hated to because he was so damn good in bed. But even I have standards and stuff. I’m nobody’s toy or go-to unless I want to be.”
“Well good for you,” I said, grinning. “I didn’t think he was your type anyway.”
“So what are you going to do about Trenton?”
“What can I do? He keeps saying nothing is wrong.”
“Do you believe him?”
Did I? “No,” I finally answered. “I don’t believe him.”
“Then you need to sit that fine Southern boy down and ask him directly just what the hell his problem is.”
I poked at my salad. “You don’t think I’ve tried that? He shuts up tighter than a clam. I know he’s been following the news pretty closely since they’ve been talking about another possible deployment.”
“Maybe that’s it. He’
