Chapter 11
“We’re done, Lieutenant,” Nika held her voice steady as they strode up the beach. “It’s not you. You’re the best man I’ve ever been with. It’s me. I just don’t want what you do.” There. She’d said it.
“Uh huh,” Clint nodded comfortably. She glanced over at him and, though he was gazing ahead, she could tell that he wore that knowing half smile of his that looked so good on him, even if she did want to scrub it off with a beach cobble. “Fine day for it.”
She’d slept thirteen hours on steel decking and it felt good to be out and moving around. The Peleliu was still six hours out, so they owned this remote corner of Gavdos Island for a while longer. No rain had reached the parched island but the wind still roared and she was glad to be wearing the Santa hat, no matter how ridicu
