SECRETS AND SUSPICIONSSATURDAY NIGHT, I DRESSED IN something other than scrubs or the uniform I wore to work. I decided to wear my hair down instead of pulled back like I always wore it. For some reason, I wanted to impress the good Colonel Boone. Tracy and I decided to meet at the restaurant. Marco was at the counter when I came in.
“Ciao baby. What’s your name?” he said, whistling softly when I came in.
“Cut it out, Marco,” I said, my face turning red.
He came around the counter to hug me. “You look great. Where you off to?”
“I have a date.”
He lifted an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? With who?”
I shrugged. “Just this guy I met.”
“And where did you meet this guy?”
I brushed my hair back. “I met him here at the restaurant.”
Marco frowned. “Is he military?”
“Yes. So?”
“He wouldn’t happen to
