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It would take them two days of hustling southward at Peleliu’s top speed before they’d be in position barely over the horizon from Merca, south of Mogadishu. Claudia spent much of the first day asleep, catching up and getting in sync.
Michael had again helped her to find her quarters. She’d been too disoriented when Trisha had come to get her to pay attention to where she’d started.
Through the weaving haze of her exhaustion, she wanted to kiss Michael good night, to… Well, just to do it.
Instead, she behaved and finally repeated the face plant she’d so been looking forward to, this time between the sheets. Too tired to be more than momentarily grumpy at Michael for not taking advantage of her weakened defenses before she passed out.
Not enough hours of sleep later, she was mostly a
