His Wife, His Wingman, His Regret
He looked thinner, exhausted, with shadows under his eyes, but his gaze fixed on me with painful intensity.
My chest tightened once, then settled.
"Commander Hale," I said with a nod.
The title struck him visibly.
His eyes moved from me to Julian, then back. He seemed to have a thousand things to say, but Julian's hand came to rest on the back of my chair before he could step closer.
"Not here," Julian said.
Ethan's jaw tightened. "Hayes, this is between me and my wife."
I looked at Ethan once. "Commander Hale, enjoy the reception."
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