Then, Dante heard that voice. She was laughing as she said, “I don’t know about you, but I better get at least two good filets out of that bunch.”
It was the voice he hated, the one that had haunted his time at Annapolis. She had always been a pain in the ass, besting him in everything except the physical challenges. And she had not been that far behind him.
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Can I say that this makes me, want to swoon.