He Said, “Remember, I’m a Navy SEAL”—Then She Dropped Him in Front of 1,040 Troops
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Chapter 10 / 32
PART 10
Tank stared at me.
Now he understood.
Not everything.
Enough.
“How the hell do you know that?”
“Because I read.”
His chair scraped backward.
“Who are you?”
“I’m the person you should have ignored.”
I stood, gathering my manual and coffee.
The nearest table leaned back slightly.
Not because I looked threatening.
Because Tank did.
His pride was cornered.
A cornered ego is more dangerous than a trained fighter.
I stepped around the table.
He moved with me.
May you like
“We’re not done.”
“Yes,” I said. “We are.”
