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“Who?”

The door slid open, and two people I had once believed I would never, ever meet came into the room like they owned the place. “Lily!”

The nurse left the room as I looked them over, a huge smile breaking on my face. I knew them well, from the unmistakable Starfighter uniforms to the faces I’d grown to care about back on Earth. “Jamie? Mia? Oh my God, what are you doing here? How did you even know I was here?”

“Oh shit, your accent is even cuter in person.” Jamie clapped her hands and came around to my left side. “I have got to learn how to talk British.”

“I’m stationed here. I followed your mission at MCS.” Mia rolled her eyes at Jamie, her thick German accent making me smile even more than Jamie’s exuberant American one. “Jamie has been driving me absolutely insane. Since we knew you were coming, every single moment she’s been talking about the three of us meeting.”

“No, not meeting, going out clubbing. Dancing. We need to get drunk and dance and drive our men crazy.”

Mia chuckled. “A tight black dress and a rave would certainly make Kass lose his mind a bit.”

Jamie was smiling. “Oh yeah. Alex wouldn’t last an hour. He’d throw me over his shoulder and have his way with me in a bathroom stall.”

I nearly choked on my own spit. “What?”

Jamie sat down on the side of my bed and took my hand. “Don’t tell me Darius isn’t smoking hot and totally in love with you?”

“He’s definitely smoking hot.”

Mia, brilliant, annoying Mia caught on to what I didn’t say. “But he’s not in love with you? How is that possible?”

“I don’t know. But he’s not.”

“Have you, you know, had sex?” Jamie asked.

“Yes.”

“Was it good sex?” Mia asked.

I had to be three shades of red by now. Proper ladies did not discuss this kind of thing. “I think so.”

“You think so?” Jamie, so forward. Blunt. She was exactly the way I’d always imagined Americans to be. I simultaneously judged her for it and wished I wasn’t so reserved. I had my maniacally controlling mother to thank for that.

Mia watched me, her gaze more intense than I was prepared to defend against. “You were a virgin.”

“Mia!” Brilliant. Did I have the word virgin written across my forehead in red ink?

Jamie leaned back with a gasp but didn’t let go of my hand. “Oh dear. Well, did he take care of you? Was it good? Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Did you come?” Mia asked. “Have an orgasm?”

Now who was the blunt one?

“Or two?” Jamie added.

“Yes. It was good. Sex isn’t the problem.”

Jamie wiggled her hips to sit even closer. “Spill.”

Mia glanced over her shoulder toward the closed door. “Are those things soundproof?”

She looked from Jamie, who shrugged, to me.

“I have no idea,” I said.

“Well, let’s keep our voices down, shall we? Our men are right outside.”


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