TWELVE
Shea and Diego met in the mess doorway. They got their food, and she was about to head for their usual table with their comrades when her friend snagged her arm and directed her away from them. Taking her to the smallest table, in the opposite corner to their usual one, he pushed her toward one side and sat at the other himself.
No one else sat here; it was a table made only for two. “Guess I don’t have to ask why we’re eating alone,” she said, sitting down opposite him.
“I told the boss you weren’t playing the s*x card with the guys,” he said, linking his fingers over his tray. “Then I come back here to find out you played it with him. How did you do it?” She didn’t reply, just started eating. “I have to admit, I am kinda impressed. I think all the guys are. I was sure that if y
