It’s plain to see he’s a practiced hand at deception. So far, he’s explained how he met her father in the service when she was two and became good friends with her parents. He covered his irritation well enough after I explained I have an interest in everything that has to do with Addison Wentworth. O’Rourke was surprised to see me join them. To hell with the American justice system-there’s nothing I want more right now than to put a hole in his head and for him to buy it exactly the way Addison’s father did. I also contemplate the fact I regret not being able to do what I’ve learned to do best over the last ten years on American soil. It’s all I can do not to come across the table at him. I do my best to be the relaxed man who’s only here to be supportive of his woman, wondering how I’m going to handle giving her the truth. As far as I can tell, she’s soaking it up like a sponge. I do this staring across the table at Army Lieutenant Colonel Sheldon O’Rourke, as he feeds a ration of shit to the daughter of the man he had a hand in killing. Sitting beside Addison with my arm thrown over the back of her chair, I finger a lock of her hair idly.
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