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“Good morning.”
“Oh, s**t!” Kee looked up at Major Emily Beale. The blue eyes hidden by mirrored shades despite the pre-dawn darkness.
She tried to sit up. Tried hard. But Archie lay tangled all about her, more or less on her.
Kee thumped his shoulder hard enough to bruise.
He woke up and shook his head, then he offered her that sleepy smile that started first in his eyes.
“You were wonder—” He cut off and furrowed his brow at her, finally noticing her frantic expression, or at least her tension.
He looked over his shoulder.
Then Kee felt his entire body flinch against hers as if he’d been stung by a giant bee.
“Oh, s**t!” He leapt to his feet, taking the blanket with him.
Kee could feel the cold night air slipping over her skin and knew she still lay naked, cushioned only by
