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KENNEDY
Four weeks earlier
She was in the shower.
Naked. Just a few feet away from me.
But I wasn’t thinking about that. I wasn’t thinking about what she looked like unclothed. Dripping wet. That long hair unbound and streaming down her back.
Nope. Not at all. Living with Quincy was not a daily torture for me. Not in the slightest.
After the s**t show with Indi, or Indigo Buchanan, Ford’s girlfriend, being stalked and then kidn*pped on top of a mountain by Tully, the psycho involved in her brother’s–and our SEAL team member’s–murder, we all agreed that a helicopter would come in handy.
I’d been all for it. Taft and Hayes had been in as well. Even Mrs. L had been eager for the alternate mode of transpo although a helicopter was a big step up.
Except I hadn’t thought about who wou
