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Their run forgotten, Lola had been comfortable to wander through the falling blossoms hand-in-hand with Tim. She’d never been to a place like this, of such wondrous natural beauty.
New Orleans had its moments, but the Deep South was about lazy heat and the people. For all her time in the service, the dice had rolled against her. She’d never served in such a place. Army National Guard had kept her close to home. The Army had shipped her off to Iraq the first moment it could. SOAR had trained at Fort Rucker, Alabama, and in the Nevada desert. Then they’d fired her off to Pakistan.
“Why do the crazies always live in the desert? Why can’t they live somewhere like this? Or maybe the Bahamas?”
“Flew security there once. Nothing much happened. Nice beaches. A lot of women wearing less than
