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“I did, but if I wasn’t there, they probably would’ve cleared the engine room faster and would’ve found that guy, and he wouldn’t have been able to sneak up on him,” Elodie argued.
Kenna hadn’t known Elodie had actually saved Mustang’s life, and it was definitely a story she wanted to hear. Later.
“If something happened, wouldn’t the Navy call you?” Ashlyn asked.
“Probably not me, as Midas and I aren’t married, but they’d definitely call Elodie,” Lexie explained.
“And I’ve gotten no calls,” Elodie pointed out.
“Which means they’re probably fine,” Carly said.
“I hate that word, probably,” Kenna muttered.
“Yeah,” Elodie agreed.
“We have to think positive,” Ashlyn announced. “The guys are good, they’re doing their thing, and they’ll be back to annoy us before we know it.”
“So…Slate annoys you?” Kenna asked, preferring to tease Ashlyn and Carly about their non-relationships with Slate and Jag than think about any of the guys being hurt or killed.
“Duh. Yes,” Ashlyn said.
Everyone chuckled.
“What are you all laughing about? He is annoying. And impatient. And bossy. Did you know he called me before he left and scolded me about driving food out to people who need and request it?” she asked. “He flat-out ordered me not to do it.”
“What’d you say?” Lexie asked with a smile.
“I told him he wasn’t the boss of me, stuck my tongue out at the phone—not that he could see it—and hung up,” Ashlyn said.
Everyone laughed harder.
“And what’d he do?” Lexie asked.
Ashlyn couldn’t hide her smile. “He called me right back and gave me a fifteen-minute lecture about the dangers of going to strangers’ houses. It wasn’t until I promised to add Lexie to my circle on the tracker app on my phone, and always carry mace, that he shut up.”
“He likes you,” Elodie said with a firm nod.
“Yup,” Lexie agreed.
“I like him too…sometimes,” Ashlyn said.
“No, he likes you,” Elodie clarified.
“Whatever. I’m too busy to date anyone. I’m not sure I’d even want to date a military guy. Look at you three, all mopey and worried,” Ashlyn said.
“And you aren’t? Worried, I mean?” Kenna asked.
Ashlyn looked down at her wine glass and muttered, “Scared to fucking death.”
Kenna reached over and squeezed her forearm in support. No one really needed to say anything, they knew exactly how she felt. Even though she and Slate weren’t dating, they seemed to have a connection.
“What about you, Carly?” Elodie asked.
“What about me?” Carly returned.
“What’s up with you and Jag? Scott tells me that you two text all the time.”
“We’re friends,” Carly said firmly. “Just friends.”
