Cristene Williams had been the ideal girlfriend. She had stayed faithful through long deployments, tried to help her boyfriend deal with the aftermath of war. But no matter what she did she couldn't seem to save a man who didn't want to be saved, Instead, she found herself trapped in an increasingly abusive relationship with no way out.
No woman should ever be that unhappy, that wary. Especially not this particular woman. As soon As Capt. Rhys Powell discovered by the entrancing waitress never smiled, he was determined to set things right. Putting his career on the line, Rhys is determined she will be free and she will be protected.
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“You're never going to make Major.”
Although Rhys had every intention of making Major, he had to concede making rank would be the least of his worries if they were caught. So yes Gunnery Sergeant Arana “Happy” Hapai could possibly be correct. But then. Happy was the king of pointing out the obvious at the most irritating times.
“You don't have to be here,” Rhys snapped back, knowing full well Happy wasn't going anywhere.
As if to prove his point, Happy, let his seat back and propped his boat sized 13s on Rhys' dashboard. Fine, Happy was an excessively large man, about seven feet of solid Polynesian muscle. That didn't mean he could put his big ass feet on his dash. A man's car was his second castle.
“If you don't put your feet down I'm going to cut them off,” Rhys warned, staring pointedly at the well-worn boost resting there as if they had every right to be there. “I swear I will have your ass Running PT at three tomorrow morning.”
Happy actually snorted, keeping his feet right where they were. “How am I supposed to run PT without feet? Plus, you've got me up all night talking to your girlfriend's boyfriend, which is a special kind of twisted. You know that don't you, Rock?”