The Lieutenants' Online Love. Caro Carson
started to say no, but caught himself. “Actually, I have.”
She wanted to know all about it. They talked, they told each other the little stories that made up their college lives. She was so enthusiastic about everything he told her, not like a standoffish, elite academy snob at all. It was surprising, the amount of college experiences she hadn’t had. No fraternities or sororities. No weekend jobs at a local pizza place. No one already so drunk at two in the afternoon that they fell asleep in a dorm elevator. Hell—she hadn’t lived in a dorm. She told him stories about daring Friday nights spent cleaning the barracks after taps in absolute darkness, so they’d pass Saturday Morning Inspections.
But she was so damned happy. Her buddies were really enjoying themselves, too, as if free beer and an apartment pool party were a vacation in the Bahamas. As usual, every West Pointer here seemed to know each other automatically, something that was at least mildly annoying to the rest of the army’s officer corps. But talking to Chloe, Thane could see that there wasn’t any mysterious network of ring-knockers. The West Pointers always seemed to already know each other because they did already know each other. They’d had no one else to get to know for four solid years.
Now that four years of a rather stringent life was over, it sounded like Chloe was ready to do and see everything there was to do and see here in Killeen and Austin—and life. Thane was going to love being the man who did and saw everything with her.
There was no doubt in his mind that this was a woman who was worth dating, worth spending all his time with—hell, a woman worth courting. An hour talking with her in the shade felt like they were catching each other up on their lives before this day. From this day on, they would go out and experience things together. Chloe was terrific, all of her, inside and out, body and sharp mind and outgoing personality, this charming lieutenant from West Point.
It gave him hope for the new fourth platoon leader at work. Maybe the rookie West Pointer they were getting at the 584th wouldn’t be so bad, either, the new female lieutenant his platoon sergeant had told him was...
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