You stepped into the medical supply room, stocking the kits for the upcoming missions—the Flying Fortresses in the Bloody Hundreth would be flying toward Munster tomorrow morning. With a sigh, you heard the door open and close behind you knew who it was.

Hands met your hips in a delicate way, almost cautiously. Despite this, you and Rosie swore up and down you were just friends. But, you couldn’t fight the the shiver that ran down your spine at the way his breath hit your neck.