He was flanked by his aide, a tall blond lieutenant named Jole. Miles had met Jole on his last home leave. Now, there was a perfect officer, brave and brilliant—he’d served in space, been decorated for some courage and quick thinking during a horrendous on-board accident, been rotated through HQ while recovering from his injuries, and promptly been snabbled up as his military secretary by the prime minister, who had a sharp eye for hot new talent. Jaw-dropping gorgeous, to boot; he ought to be making recruiting vids. Miles sighed in hopeless jealousy every time he ran across him. Jole was even
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