“Let me ask you something, Kings, where is she sleeping?” Kings was my call sign in the Marines. I stared at him. He answered for me when I didn’t. “She’s in your bed. That’s the first woman to be in your bed since Cathy,” he said, putting his hat on. “It ain’t like that, Mags,” I hissed. He chuckled again, and the sound made me want to break his jaw. “Woman is in your bed, Kings. You have other bedrooms up there.”
