PART 8
His mouth hardened.
“Listen, sweetheart, this base has rules.”
“Yes,” I said. “One of them is don’t sit at a woman’s table without being invited.”
He looked around like he wanted witnesses to confirm the insult.
They were all watching.
Good.
He lowered his voice, but not enough.
“I don’t know who told you that attitude was cute.”
“Probably the same person who told you a uniform was a personality.”
His smile vanished.
There it was.
The real man under the medals.
May you like
Not the hero.
The landlord of fear.
