Authors: Rhys Astason
He couldn’t believe how close he’d come to snapping at Hunter. Letting it out that he had a thing for the pretty, young officer –
Hell, it was bordering on obsession, if he was honest with himself
– was all he needed to top off this FUBAR day that had only just began. Looking at the crashing waves, he purposely ignored Brian’s incredulous look.
“Dear Mrs. Monroe,” Brian intoned dramatically, “the Naval Division of the American Federation regrets to inform you that your son, Master Chief Petty Officer Jackson Monroe is not just old, but actually a living corpse….”
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