“So, uh . . . Army . . .” Krisjen starts. But I cut her off. “No.” “What?” What do you mean, what? I know what she wants. “I said no,” I state again. Army needs a woman badly, but I’m doing this as much for her as for him. He’ll just turn the poor girl into a babysitter he sleeps with. She groans as we dip into my room. “Fine.”
