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Over the next two weeks, the patrols dredged up nothing but two underpowered skiffs that were turned back easily.
Michael kept thinking that he and Claudia needed to talk about what was happening between them, but every time they entered each other’s presence, his world went so quiet that he couldn’t imagine breaking the silence. They didn’t go aloft again, but it was a rare day they didn’t find time to spend in each other’s arms, even if it was only to lie there and marvel that the feelings weren’t wearing thin with time.
They ran 10k every morning and at least 5k more every evening on the hangar deck. Sometimes he ran with Bill, and Claudia ran with Trisha. By unspoken mutual consent, he and Bill would hang back to simply admire the women who shared their beds—both Trisha’s full-on
