I was having a ball fucking with her mind. She was two years older than me but I swear she was as gullible as a child.“I don’t have to wear that ...stuff.”“No, you don’t have to but do you think Allison will let you get away with that? She’ll have you outfitted like a whore just like herself.” Bernie didn’t deny it. I think she realized how much sway Allison had on her.“Anyway, you’d have to rid of your bikinis and wear swimsuits designed for old women.” Bernie looked horrified.“Then what. "Those assholes down there never got their cherries popped at all. They sat in their trenches while we put the fuckin' hurt on the marines and drove 'em back. They never even had a goddamn arty shell land on them. They should have to come out here and grab all the dead ones we in the ACR fuckin' killed." It wasn't like they stayed out of battle on purpose," Drogan told him. "Cut 'em a little slack. They were prepared to fight, just like we were." Yeah," Hicks said grudgingly. "I suppose." What. " Sooo, guess you’re stuck here." Guess so." Beats another night of dinner for one." Are you… asking me out, Miss Locke?" Well, I was thinking more like room service. Plus, you owe me for the interruption." You know I can't pay." With all that British Intelligence you'll think of something."I smiled. "Think the bad guys can wait?" They'll still be bad guys tomorrow. And it's getting late. So much intel we could share before then."I couldn't suppress another smile. Irresistible. "Mind if I. "It's just a private party some friends of ours are throwing," Steve explained. "We could ask," Jenny suggested. "To...?" Steve asked, casting a glance in my direction. "Uh huh," Jenny said, suddenly looking hopeful. "I'll call up Helen. What's the worst that can happen? She'll say no, and we're no worse off than we are now." "But-" Steve attempted to protest, but Jenny already had her phone out, and was dialing the Mikkelsons. I shrugged and smiled sheepishly at Steve. "Hi... Helen?.....