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Marc put an arm across my shoulders. “What Colbie said.”
“We’re friends and adults. Two adults enjoying each other’s company for a bit. That’s it.” I worked very hard to keep my tone casual and easy, even though I felt like a band was squeezing my chest.
Marc’s arm tightened, almost to the point of pain. I glanced up at him and saw a muscle tick in his jaw.
“Right?” I prompted.
He gave a jerky nod. “Right.”
Jess and Sasha were no longer smiling.
I pasted on a smile. “I’m fine. Marc is fine.”
Jameson blew out a breath. “Okay. All right.” He straightened. “The generals have called a meeting. We need to plan our mission back to Blue Mountain Base, and figure out how to nab a threader.”
My stomach did a slow whirl at the thought of returning to the Blue Mountains.
A hand gripped the back of my neck and squeezed.
I glanced at Marc. He’d picked up on my distress. I stiffened my spine. “What time is the meeting?”
“In thirty minutes,” Jameson said.
Eek. “I need to shower and change.”
“We’ll wait for you,” Sasha said.
“I need to head home and grab some clothes,” Marc added.
He disappeared to find his shirt in the bedroom.
No kiss. No hug. No nothing.
I suddenly wanted everyone gone. I needed a moment alone. “I’ll go and shower.” I glanced at Sasha. “Grab some coffee in the kitchen.”
I hurried off. I passed Marc in the hallway, now wearing his T-shirt.
Casual, Colbie. Keep it casual.
“Colbie—”
I smiled the fakest smile ever and waved a hand. “Go. Thanks for last night. I need to hit the shower.”
A groove appeared on his brow. “Dove?—”
“I’ll see you at Squad Command.” I reached my bedroom and closed the door.
Then I sagged against it.
He didn’t come in. I closed my eyes and let the hurt flow through me.
Apparently, a one-night hookup and some stress relief from our shared ordeal was all Marc wanted.
That’s what you agreed to, remember?I shook my head. Suck it up, Colbie. You have a meeting to get to.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Marc
