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It was nine in the morning as Richie walked along the trail that led from the bathing stream back to the jungle airfield close beside Melissa and marveled at how many changes it was possible to become comfortable with and how quickly they could occur.
After three weeks of flying every other day, he could land through the opening of the jungle airstrip without breaking a sweat. Living the alternate days beneath the jungle’s canopy now felt as normal as the barracks at Fort Bragg.
And sleeping, flying, and keeping fit with Melissa Moore had become as natural as breathing. He’d seen it before. His parents, Kyle and Carla, and… Okay, he couldn’t think of anyone else offhand, but he’d seen it. To feel the miracle of being together? That was a life-changer. His first thought each day: Wher
