5Returning from the mess hall with everyone’s coffee, Anna gave the young officer who closed the front door of the headquarters building behind her a small smile. She set the tin tray on the desk and the steaming cups in front of the men as her two companions continued to talk to the colonel. More accurately, as the colonel talked and Paul and Dean listened.
The early morning greeted them with clear blue skies, but the temperature was still below freezing. She shivered. Even inside, tendrils of icy air seeped between the door and the frame of the building.
She gave Dean a quick glance, his young face filled with youthful admiration for the commanding officer. She looked over at Paul, who stared in concentration at whatever Colonel Davidson was saying.
Paul’s dark brown eyebrows drew tog
