“So she’s your wife?” he asks, clearly letting his curiosity get the better of him. “Yes,” Ash replies, giving the man a cursory look, his fingers linked with mine as we walk across the warehouse. “But you let her kiss your friends?” the Seal continues, and I have to give him some credit for having the balls to ask. There’s no judgement in his tone, just curiosity. Before Ash can answer, I do. “Didn’t your mummy ever tell you that sharing is caring, soldier?”
