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Billy pitched into Trisha’s bunk, the poor man positively weaving. He lay there like the dead while Trisha leaned on the door frame and watched him.
Damn the man for screwing up her personal life. He was making her feel things she didn’t appreciate. She’d never before cared if a guy shared his past with her or not. She’d actually preferred not. This time Trisha was pissed at him because he wasn’t telling her all of his past.
And she’d long since accepted that there could be nothing long term with any guy as long as she was in the service, because her life was mission-based. If she wasn’t in Somalia or another hellhole, she’d be off on training assignments.
There was a reason that most of her relationships didn’t survive more than a few weeks. She’d never understood the guys who marr
