“You sure you don’t want me to come along?” Sam Carter asked again. She was smiling, but she also looked kind of worried.
Cameron Mitchell frowned. “I don’t need a chaperone, Sam. Military officers transfer roles every day all over the world without any kind of handholding.”
They were sitting on the bed in Cam’s quarters - the place he
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Yes, 'pilgrimages'.... :-)
This story could go a lot of ways, but of course I'm hoping for one particular end. Really enjoying it so far, except, nooooo, John!
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