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At least they were up and dressed before anyone found them. No Major Beale hovering over them.
They were halfway to the chow tent before final briefing when Kee realized she was still holding Archie’s hand. Not good. A quick glance showed that they’d walked past a group of red armorers working over Major Henderson’s bird, and a cluster of grapes were heading over to fuel up the Hawk she’d screwed Archie in. A couple of the guys were making fist-pump motions at Archie’s back.
They stopped as soon as they saw her watching.
She casually dropped Archie’s hand and offered a hard fist-pump of her own. That stopped ’em. Give them a moment or two for that to sink in, and they’d be green with envy.
She returned to his side and, as naturally as she could, fell in step without actually taking
