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Kee was avoiding him. Completely avoiding him.
After a sleepless night, Archie lay on the bench in the back of the supply tent and slammed the weights upward with a grunt, his arms sizzling with muscle burn.
Twenty reps.
She was starting to piss him off. Not that it didn’t make sense. There was no way in God’s green army for a captain and a sergeant to get together.
But that didn’t stop him feeling like a piece of his life was missing when she wasn’t around.
Twenty-five.
Damn her anyway. How had she latched such a hold on him? It wasn’t her damn fine body or the amazing things she could do with it. It wasn’t her charming personality, at least not when she was in one of her foul or vicious moods—as if he could tell when those were incoming. They showed up out of nowhere and hammer
