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“You let the Fire Heads beat you?”
Harvey kept Helen spooned lazily against him as he nuzzled her hair. “Didn’t let them do anything. They beat us fair and square.”
“More like they kicked your asses,” she reached around to slap his ass to make her point. “Seventeen-three? Who loses a seven-inning softball game by fourteen runs?”
“Ease up, woman. That stung.”
“Awe. Poor little pilot who can’t play ball to save his skin.”
He decided to ignore that.
“You know, we need to talk about The Rip. It—”
“I can’t tell you how good it feels to be a pilot again. It’s like… like… I don’t know, but it’s just like that.”
Her silence went deep.
“What? I cut you off. What were you going to say?”
She shook her head no.
The Rip. Someone else had mentioned The Rip. Who? He couldn’t seem to grasp
