Chapter 15Christmas morning. Workout skipped. No guilt. None.
I had to see what was in those boxes.
Estrella, Sarge, and Will gathered near the tree, coffee mugs in hand.
“What took ya so long, recruit? We been here for hours, waitin’ on ya.”
Will gave Sarge a look. “Don’t listen to him. He lies. Maybe fifteen minutes. But he stomped down the hall, hoping you’d wake up. The big lug loves his Christmas.”
No blaring carols today. Will and Estrella musta put their foot down, preferring quiet ones in the background.
“Okay. Finally,” Sarge said. Then he started tossing presents.
They liked the gifts I gave ‘em. Will played with the translator and had it spouting all sorts of German, French, Spanish, and what he said was Urdu. Sarge fiddled with his handy dandy car tool. And Estrella imme
