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Connie stepped aboard the Batfish as if it might break beneath her. But the decking was solid. And new.
“They finished redecking her just last month, over two hundred feet worth. I helped lay this section here when I was home on leave back in the summer. Isn’t she a beaut? Tomorrow night is sort of her coming-out party.”
Connie could only acknowledge with a nod. She hadn’t been able to put together a coherent thought since he’d not lambasted her at the dinner table over her unusual memory.
When he took her hand on the drive back, she’d begun estimating his ability to control the truck if she suddenly jumped him.
Their kiss at the head of the park had actually made her toes curl in her shoes. Her brain was wrapped in a wild and heady mix of John’s strength and his warmth. And his de
