"You'll get used to it in time," she said.
"I said, you don't know what you're saying," McCoy said.
She ignored it. "What happens to you now?" she asked.
"I'll get sent back out there, sooner or later."
"So we have between now and sooner or later," she said. "That's better than nothing."
"Will you knock that off?"
"Meaning 'stop'?"
"You got it."
"You didn't feel a thing? I was just a piece of ass? One more cherry to hang on the wall?"
"Goddamnit, don't talk like that."
"I want to put my arms around you," she said.
"You wouldn't want to do that, I smell like a horse."
"Just as long as you don't smell of perfume," she said. "That I couldn't handle."
"I thought of you," he said. "I couldn't get you out of my mind."
"Me either," she said. "Then what the hell are we waiting for?"
"I don't know," he said. Then he said, "Jesus, when I saw you there I thought I was dreaming!"
She walked to him and took his hand and guided it inside her bathrobe.
"No dream," she said. "Flesh and blood."
After that he forgot that he smelled like a horse. And she didn't mind.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
W.E.B. Griffin is the author of the bestselling Brotherhood of War, Corps, Badge of Honor, Men at War and Honor Bound series. He has been invested into the orders of St. George of the U.S. Armor Association, and St. Andrew of the U.S. Army Aviation Association; and is a life member of the U.S. Special Operations Association; Gaston-Lee Post 5660, Veterans of Foreign Wars, and China Post #1 in Exile of the American Legion. He has been named an Honorary Life Member of the U.S. Army Otter Caribou Association; the U.S. Army Special Forces Association; and the U.S. Marine Corps Combat Correspondents Association.