Page 271 of 5+Us Makes Seven

“What have you heard?”

Does he actually know something?

“Nothing specific, but you’re the real big man on base.”

A smile spread over his face as he lifted an arm and flexed his muscles.

“Impressive,” I cooed. “You have time to talk?”

“Not now,” he said. “Give me an hour.”

“Um, sure. At the mess hall?”

“No, I’ll come to your quarters.”

“I don’t think…”

Before I finished, he turned and walked away.

“Dammit,” I muttered.

Oh well. I can handle him.

* * *

Well over an hour later, someone knocked on my door.

“Hold on,” I said, standing up.

I crossed the room and stopped.

Be strong, I told myself as I took a deep breath.

After opening the door, I saw Max dressed in camo pants and a tight green tee-shirt, all standard issue. He grinned and stepped forward. I had no other choice but to step back and allow him in.

“You made it,” I said.

“I keep my word.”

As he shut the door behind him, a sense of dread rushed through my body.

“Have a seat, and I’ll pull up my list of questions,” I said, walking to the desk.

He stepped over and closed the laptop lid while looking into my eyes.

“What are you doing?”

“We can do the interview after.”

“After what?”

I narrowly avoided his kiss as he lurched forward.

“Whoa. Hold on a minute,” I said, stepping back toward my bed.

“The hard-to-get act is getting old,” he said, his voice thick.

“Are you drunk?”

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