A waiter led them to a booth near the windows. Harris pulled out her chair like the gentleman he was, and they both sank into the plush seats with a sigh of content.
“I almost didn’t come,” Leah said, half-smiling. “Training’s been murder lately.”
“Roland’s working you that hard, huh?” Harris asked as their server approached.
Leah groaned. “Please refrain from uttering his cursed name while I’m trying to enjoy my evening.”
Harris chuckled. “I take it you’re still in the ‘I hate him’ phase.”
“It’s not a phase. It’s a lifestyle,” she said dryly, placing her order. “I haven’t had actual food in a week. If I eat another protein bar, I’m going to start speaking in gym slangs.”
“I heard the average soldier eat like five meals a day,” Harris leaned back after the server walked away with the
