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Her gut pitched “ZekeI’m so sorry”

“You can change if you want,” he said, handing her so to the hallway behind him “Bathroom’s down there”

She padded silently to the bathrooe in front of hi several tie out of the roo her for some space

She ym shorts so they didn’t slide down her hips, but there wasn’t much hope for the t-shirt She tucked a bit of it into the shorts, enough to keep it frohs, and peered out of the bathroo at the pictures when she returned to him

“I shouldn’t have asked,” she apologized

His brow furroith confusion At least he looked away froh “Why wouldn’t you have asked? Isn’t that so normal people do? Ask questions?”

“IWellI mean”

“You want some coffee?”

His aard offer jarred her from her poorly attempted explanation “Sure”

There was only one stool at the kitchen’s island He pulled it out for her as he headed toward the coffee o about the work As with everything he did, short, efficientbefore the hot water bubbled through the basket of grounds He ar cubes to the island and pulled a half-ee It took hi the chipped, stainedfor himself Even after they each had a cup of coffee in hand, she kept silent

What could she possibly say?

“A few years ago, do you remember a news story about Quinn O’Neill?” Zeke suddenly asked

She frowned and thought about it “The name sounds faure out where she’d heard it before Then it clicked “Isn’t that the name of the war hero?”

Zeke nodded

“He rescued a hostage or so, I think”