The Deltas who’d come out to watch the show from a few buildings down didn’t say a word before going back to whatever they’d been doing.
Kyle made a bet with himself that Ralph Something wouldn’t be showing up at sundown’s first roll call. They’d just lost the first one of the class and the selection process hadn’t even begun. Or maybe it just had.
“Where’s check-in?” Her voice really was as lush as her hair, and it took Kyle a moment to focus on the actual words.
He pointed at the next building over and received a nod of thanks.
That made watching her walk away in those tight leathers strictly a bonus.
Copyright 2016 Matthew Lieber Buchman
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