FORT IRWIN WAS A BEEHIVE OF ACTIVITY. It commenced before the break of dawn, at four in the morning to be precise. Andy was jogging with a headset sitting firmly on her head when she came across Banjo coming from the other direction. He reversed to wordlessly jog along with her, content to just follow the rhythm and the pace she had set.
Andy snatched a brief glance at the Aussie. Even sweating, he looks sexy. The intrusive thought caused her to smile, albeit slightly.
Banjo observed the small, upward crack of her lips and said cheekily, ‘I know, I’m very good looking in the morning.’
She stopped abruptly to confront him.
‘Listen, you’re breaking my concentration here.’
‘You have to concentrate to run?’ he asked bemusedly. ‘Far as I know it’s just one foot ahead of the other.’
‘Go aw
