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Tabby’s phone rang loud; made her jump. She didn’t like letting anything show when she was surprised, but her mind had drifted as Tad held her hand. The raw power of the man was amazing. She could feel every bit of his immense strength—yet his control as well. He’d held her hand like he’d never let go, but not with some overtight grip.
“Hi. This is Tabby.”
There was a brief pause. “This live Tabby, or recording Tabby?” BM1 Sarah Goodwin asked sharply.
“Live version.” She really had to change how she answered the phone. She got that question all the time.
“Good. Where are you two?”
“Coast Guard helo hangar in Astoria.”
“God damn it all to hell!” The vitriol was lethal.
“We were cleared off base, Bosun.” Tabby replied carefully, hopefully a fair defense.
“I’m down a crew member an
