Lily swore that next time they went clubbing as a team, Fee wasn’t picking where they went.
She understood why her officers had picked a lesbian bar, but she felt watched and unnerved, and Fee and Mace were damn close to fucking on the dance floor.
She wasn’t a prude, and she didn’t have a problem with her officers being involved with each other,
but she did find it uncomfortable to watch the two of them so open and raw where all the world could see.
Letting other people see you like that invariably came back to slap you in the face later, even when you thought you’d been careful in choosing to go somewhere where you wouldn’t be recognized.
A glass was placed next to hers, and the bartender touched her arm lightly attempting to attract her attention. She barely contained her reflexive jab.
She tried to shake her head, but the bartender merely smiled and went off to serve other customers.
Apparently he was accustomed enough to military personnel that he wasn’t concerned by her barely restrained instinct to lash out.
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