FELECIA LAY IN BED staring at the ceiling. She didn't think she'd get back to sleep and she didn't relish the idea of sitting up with Tucker. He was the one person who hadn't been overtly friendly with her. Part of her wished Evan would come back to her room, but she doubted he would. Besides, he needed some rest and she needed to not get too attached to Evan.
He was unexpected. Everything about him wasn't as it should be which only made her like him more. He was a kind man. She suspected that wasn't a quality unique to her, that this was who he was deep down, under all the soldier's veneer. He was simply a good man.
And then there was the knowing. She'd felt it, a certainty that he was important to her somehow.
She needed to stay far away from him, and yet she knew she couldn't. For go
