The Marine And Me

“Oh, that explains it then,” Chloe noted dryly. “Civilians aren’t to be trusted.”

“Hey, I spill my guts to you and you respond by mocking me?”

“You were reciting facts of what occurred. That’s not the same as spilling guts.”

“Like I’m ever gonna get all sappy about stuff,” he scoffed.

“That would never happen, right?”

“I’m a Marine.” His voice was brisk and powerful. “We don’t do sappy.”

“Right. You do tough and in control.”

“Affirmative.”

“Except where it comes to your grandmother?”

“Affirmative. But I do have a plan.”

“Why am I not surprised by that…?” Chloe murmured before taking her last bite of brownie.

“The way to combat my grandmother’s matchmaking moves is not to launch a counteroffensive. That would only make her dig in her heels more. Instead, we lull her into thinking she’s winning the battle.”

“And how do we do that?”

“Simple.” He grinned at her again. “We move in together.”

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