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By the time the pair of US Coast Guard C-130J Super Hercules returned to Johnston Atoll, Holly felt as if she was going to shatter.
With no sleep on the plane, she was already thirty-six hours awake with no end in sight.
On one hand, Quint was being Aussie-subtle about his interest in her—about as obvious as a dingo-dog’s balls. It was…flattering, she supposed.
On the other hand, Mike was neither oblivious to Quint’s interest nor subtle in his own need for reassurance that…
Hell if she knew what.
That she was alive?
Couldn’t he just see that for himself and be satisfied?
She’d finally sent Taz to sit with Andi because who knew what the PTSD attack had done to her. Andi had refused to leave her vigil over the dead or give up the damned Deagle sidearm, which was almost as big as s
