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“They’re in our spot.”
“They are. Should we have them shot?”
Lola looked up in surprise to see Major Beale and Major Henderson standing a few steps below them, profiled with the Capitol Building peeping up between their shoulders.
Despite their civvies, jeans, and t-shirts, there was no mistaking their military bearing. They looked good together, as if they’d always stood side-by-side. The broad-shouldered man and the stunning blonde. As if they belonged side-by-side.
“Well,” Beale answered her husband as if Lola and Tim weren’t sitting right there listening, “officer and enlisted. Holding hands. Not good. Not good at all. Firing squad might be too kind.”
Lola tried to shake her hand loose but be subtle about it. Tim didn’t move. They were too close, and her elbow was caught insid
