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“Okay,” Major Henderson was slapping his fists together on the flight deck.
John noticed he was doing the same and did his best to stop. Throughout the day, while he’d slept, the ship had driven south—right smack into a cold front. Now the sun was setting and the Baltic Sea was tossing a fit that rocked the ship actively enough that he had to brace his feet wide to keep his place. The merest hint of land graced the southern horizon. It wouldn’t have been noticeable except it was the only thing not moving in the rolling sea.
All the while they’d been steaming south, he’d slept with the woman of his dreams curled about him.
The woman he loved.
Once he’d admitted it to himself, it was completely obvious what Paps and Grumps and Mama and Noreen had all been talking about. He’d been cra
