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“Mine are,” he whispered
, softly. “Or they used to be: when you first left, I dreamed about you all the time.”

“What was I doing?” I said, stroking his cheek.

He leaned into my hand, breathing deeply. “Mostly, we were just walking on the beach.”

“Mostly?”

He grinned. “Sometimes we did other stuff.”

“Stuff? I
’m not sure I know what you mean by ‘stuff’,” and I rubbed the front of his pants suggestively, hoping he’d feel the need to elucidate.

“Caro!” he groaned. “Fuck, I just came to make sure you were
okay in here. I have to get back to the comms room.”

“Right away? You ca
n’t take a few minutes?”

He kissed me hungrily. “I really can
’t, baby. Grant’s waiting for me.”

“You
’re such a tease,” I said, slapping his ass. “You come in here, raising my expectations…”

“That
’s not the only thing that got raised,” he said, dryly.

I smirked at him. “Well, I
’d have been happy to meet those expectations, but apparently you have to go be a soldier.”

“Actually
, I have to go be an interpreter… I could try and come back later, Caro.”

“Sebastian, seriously: do what you need to do. You know where I am, and I trust you to know whether or not
it’s safe to take that risk. It worries me that I’m a distraction here for you. The most important thing is that you focus on your job. We’ve got the rest of our lives after that.”

He kissed me again, then rested his forehead
against mine.

“I
’m a lucky bastard – thank God for you, Caro.”

“I
’ll see you at breakfast, Chief,” I said, running my hand over his hair.

“One other thing,” he said, looking at me seriously,
“there’s been some radio chatter and the Taliban definitely know we’re here. I don’t think they’ll do anything tonight – they’re not in position, from what I can work out, but if you hear someone yell ‘incoming’, get your body armor on, keep your head down, and stay in here away from the windows. Whatever happens, Caro, stay in here. Everyone out there knows what they’re doing: we don’t need your help. You know what I’m saying, baby?”

I hugged him tightly. “I promise. I don
’t want you thinking about me when you have more important things to concentrate on.”

He smiled briefly. “There isn
’t anything more important than you.”

Then he kissed me gently, pressing his soft lips against mine. A moment later, and he was gone.

I settled back on my mattress, enjoying the relative coolness of the night air. I hoped Sebastian would be able to come back later, but I wasn’t counting on it. Just knowing he was nearby was soothing.

The alarm on my wristwatch awoke me shortly before dawn. I sat up abruptly,
my heart hammering in my chest. I could see a dark shadow curled up in the corner of my room. It moved and stretched.

“Sebastian!” I whispered. “What are you doing?”

“Hey, baby,” he mumbled, sleepily.

“How long have you been there? Why didn
’t you wake me up?”

“Couple of hours, I think. I didn
’t want to wake you – you looked so peaceful.”

I crawled up the mattr
ess and wrapped my arms around his neck. I could feel the stubble on his cheek.

“You didn
’t even take your boots off,” I said, burying my face in his neck.

He chuckled quietly. “Didn
’t seem much of a point.” He kissed my hair and climbed to his feet. “Gotta go, baby.”

“Already?” I said, disappointed.

He smiled. “Yeah, need to get a wash and shave before dawn patrol.”

“You
’re lucky,” I said, with a wry smile. “I’m relying on baby-wipes while I’m here. You’ll get to know me in a whole new way, Sebastian.”

He laughed quietly. “Looking forward to it, baby. S
ee you later.”

I quickly completed my morning ablutions (two baby-wipes
over my face and under my arms, and a tiny squeeze of toothpaste to brush my teeth). I was touched, more than touched, that Sebastian had slept at the foot of my mattress, making sure I was okay, when he would have been better off crashing on his own bedroll for a few meager hours. Somehow that told me far more about the way he felt, than if he’d woken me up for a rousing bout of illicit sex. I wouldn’t have minded that either, and I’d been disappointed that he’d had to go so quickly. I knew he was trying damn hard to keep our relationship a secret. God love him for trying.

Which reminded me, he
’d gone outside to wash and shave. I grabbed my camera and headed out.

The sun was just beginning to
appear behind the mountains, weaving pink and purple clouds around the summits, when, like a gift from heaven, I saw a row of Marines, naked above the waist, who were washing outside in the cool air. Nicole would have gone crazy: all that taut, toned male flesh on display. It was a damn fine sight, but I was on the lookout for one sexy, muscular back that I’d gotten to know very well in the last two weeks.

I hid behind my camera, and snapped images of compound life. Yeah, right. Finally, I had a photograph of Sebastian that I could keep legitimately while I was working.

Then one of the older Marines spotted me.

“You gonna blow up a nice big print of me, lady?”

And then the catcalls started. Marines of all shapes and sizes started flexing their biceps and even rubbing their nipples in my general direction.

I couldn
’t help laughing, more at the furious scowl on Sebastian’s face than anything else.

“Gentlemen,” I said, “it
’s too early in the day for all that: I haven’t even had my breakfast MRE yet.”

The good-natured
teasing continued as I made my way across the compound to the line for chow. Hmm, more noodles and meat in dinky little plastic packs. No wonder this food was also known as ‘Meals Rejected by the Enemy’ or even ‘Man Ready to Eat’. I was really hoping we’d get a helicopter drop of some fresh fruit and A-rations at some point over the next three-and-a-half weeks. Otherwise, my bottle of soy sauce wasn’t going to last long.

Captain
Grant stuck his head out, searching for the source of gratuitous good humor. When he saw me, he looked surprised and nodded politely. I nodded back, but couldn’t help grinning at him.

He smiled cautiously, then bobbed back inside.

Ten minutes later, I joined the officers and gunnery sergeants for the morning’s briefing. Sebastian was there, too, freshly-shaven and looking grumpy.

“This morning we
’ll have four patrols moving out. Crawley, I want you and your team with me heading northeast along the river bed wadi. Romero, northwest by the edge of town. Jankowski, your men take the old market area with Holden flanking you at 100 yards.

“Hunter: you
’re in charge of the terps – brief them before we go. The population here are Sunnis. Are any of your men Shiite?”

“
Two, sir,” said Sebastian. “I’ve told them to stay behind today.”

“Does that leave us short?” said Grant, frowning.

“No, sir, but one of the teams will have to have Angaar: his English is so-so.”

“Then send one of the others with him.”

“They don’t get on, sir. Could cause problems.”

“Then damn well make sure it doesn
’t, Hunter!” snapped the Captain.

Sebastian didn
’t argue the point further, but I could tell he was slightly pissed.

As the meeting broke up, I ventured to put my hand in the air.
Part of me hoped I’d be with Sebastian’s patrol; part of me hoped I wasn’t, because I knew I’d be a distraction for him.

“Which team would you like me with, Captain Grant?”

He looked up, clearly irritated.

Well, fuck him! He wasn
’t the only one doing a job here
.

“Perhaps
‘like’ was too strong a word, Captain,” I suggested, coolly.

I saw Sebastian
’s lips quirk up in a small smile, before he quickly stifled it. He wasn’t the only one – I saw two of the other officers grin openly.

“You
’d better come with me, Ms. Venzi,” the Captain muttered, somewhat unwillingly. “And you, Hunter.”

“I feel like Fox Mulder,” I muttered
loud enough for Grant to hear, but not loud enough that he’d feel the need to reply. “The Marines’ ‘most unwanted’.”

The
Captain’s forehead creased in a frown, but I thought I detected a hint of humor in his eyes, too.

The dawn patrols left the compound on foot: today
’s mission was to scout out the area and get a hands-on idea of the terrain. The two patrols checking out the old marketplace probably had the most dangerous job – although there weren’t really any safe ones. But those old bazaar buildings provided plenty of places where IEDs could be planted, or gunmen could hide.

By comparison, my stroll up the river wadi would be easy. Or perhaps
‘easier’ was a better way of describing it, because the heat was already building uncomfortably, and nothing would be ‘easy’ today.

I
’d been positioned in the middle of the patrol for safety. Sebastian was up front with the Captain when we saw our first locals.

Four small boys, aged about eight or nine, were sitting in a patch of dirt when they saw us. They stood up in a hurry, looking scared, but Sebastian called out to them
, and they stared at him in surprise. He said something else and I saw the biggest boy, who seemed to be acting as the leader, shake his head. Then the boy pointed up into the foothills.

I snapped a quick picture while
no one was looking.

“He says there are Taliban up in the hills, sir,” Sebastian said to Grant, quietly. “They moved into position during the night. He doesn
’t think they’ll come out in daytime. Not sure I’d take that as an ironclad guarantee, but it could mean they’ll hit us at dusk, or first thing in the morning.”

I saw him glance at me.

“Anything else?” said the Captain.

Sebastian sighed. “He said his father has promised to get him a rifle like mine when he
’s ten.”

I couldn
’t help wondering how long this war would go on, when children were being used to carry it forward.