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Johnny felt the warmth inside. Yep, it was serious. Rob might be right, maybe Georgie was with a different guy every night, maybe she didn't think about him much when he wasn't with her, maybe. But, before he met her he wasn't good with ladies. Awkward in female company, he'd preferred to keep to himself. She'd loved him, satisfied him. Now he had memories and hopes. Sure it was serious.
Johnny's sweet recollections were cut short. "Transport's here. Dustoff time," yelled Rob.
The heavy blat of the huge rotor blades grew to drown out the noise of the rain as the CH53 dropped from the cloud and swung over to land.
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Tran paused. Would he believe it stolen? No, if she could use it to reinforce his belief that she knew where his friend was, that would be good. "Johnny. He gave," she said.
She felt the soldier's hand grasping the trinket, the backs of his fingers were touching her skin, between throat and breasts. Her breath quickened a little.
Watching his eyes she could see a change. Something was going through his mind. She hoped he was accepting the locket as proof that she could help him. He glanced at his timepiece again and gave a half shrug.
His gaze returned to the locket and she felt his knuckles press to her body, making a small stroking movement. He focused on her eyes and she looked right back. Releasing the locket, he turned his hand and moved it inside the clothing to cup her breast.