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Ian was hoping to goad a response from her, good or otherwise. In fact, he’d ordered something for her that he knew would absolutely cause her to either blow up, or respond. He hated the silence, and desperately wanted to hear back from June.
The feisty woman intrigued him, and he was looking for someone who wasn’t afraid to push buttons, laugh, or smile with him… but maybe this was all wrong?
It didn’tfeelwrong… it felt good.
Ian hoped he did the same thing for her that she was doing for him. Maybe thiswasthe stupid ‘Romeo curse’ that he was afflicted with – or perhaps he was just ready for a different fight in his life than what was going on in Afghanistan.
Like today.
Ian was bringing up the rear of a patrol squad and hating this unbearable heat. He was in a mood because he wanted to talk to June, get away, or find a way to reach her, and seemed to be struggling.
“What the heck do girls want anyhow?” he muttered, as Peña looked over his shoulder at him, laughing.
“Got it bad, Romeo?”
“It’s ridiculous. I mean, I thought girls wanted attention…”
“Not your kind.”
“Not your kind,” Ian mimicked, making a face at Collins, and continued. “This place is nothing but a bunch of sand and rocks. My sweet girl is so classy, cool, and elegant…”
Ian sighed heavily, closing his eyes for a moment dreamily as he pictured her from one of the symposium photos that he found online. That fitted jacket, pinched waist, flared skirt, and shiny black pumps. Gosh, he loved that she wore dresses.
“What’s she doing with you then?”
Ian made a face again, waving his hands mockingly at his side, and acting childishly… which only made ‘Doc’ laugh. The Army medic was in the middle of the line, and he was glad it wasn’t Minors. Beck was sure a sight more pleasant to deal with – even if she threatened you with dull needles when you acted up during treatment.
“Girls want to be romanced,” Beck said, laughing. “We want to know a guy is listening, paying attention, and focusing on you.”
“Oh, I’m fully focused on her…”
“Not getting in her pants, Selkirk,” Peña retorted.
“She’s a lady. Areallady with dresses, pumps, stockings… oh gosh, the stockings,” Ian groaned, and the entire team began laughing as they marched.
Yeah, he had it bad for June.
“Have you sent her flowers?”
“Six times.”
“She doesn’t like you, dude…”
“Can it, would you?”
“What about something special?” Beck asked.
“Like what? I sent her a few trinkets and…”
“What about something she likes, something that shows you notice her, or you appreciate her…”
“Oh, I appreciate her alright!”
“Her stockings that you were just grunting about?”
“Why don’t you send her something classy – and not stockings!” Beck finished quickly. “Maybe a perfume or some fancy gloves, if she’s that classy?”
“Now that’s an idea…” Ian admitted, realizing that Beck might be onto something.
