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“You’re so pretty.”

“You’re not bad, either,” Andy admitted in a wry voice.

Nate chuckled. “You’re not very good at compliments, are you?”

“I’ve been told that.”

He realized they were standing there, lost in each other’s gazes, and making ridiculous small talk when her eyes were saying something else, and he imagined his were doing the same.

He reached out and took her right hand in his. Her fingers were soft although he felt the strength in them. They would have to be strong and supple and efficient to work in an army hospital, especially a forward base. Casualties often came in multiples, and they were usually critical.

Then he took her left one. The fingers were stiff and barely managed to curl slightly along his. His fingers rubbed the long scar on the back of her hand. She tried to pull away, but he pulled her hand up to his lips.

“It’s ugly,” she said.

“I think it’s beautiful. Just like everything about you.”