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Ryla St. John, copyright 2013
It was supposed to be an easy assignment. When Jordan Vollenchik’s commanding officer ordered him to befriend the major’s teenage daughter, he was only supposed to give her some friendly male attention to ease Libby’s broken heart. The twenty-three-year-old Air Force staff sergeant wasn’t supposed to fall in love with Libby. Now, they have to hide their relationship, which is almost the hardest thing they’ve done. The only thing harder would be ignoring how they feel and going separate ways. Of course, if Libby finds out why they met, that might be the end of their relationship, even if the major doesn’t find out they are dating…
Jordan turned off the motorcycle and swung off, hanging the red helmet over the handlebars before walking inside the tiny little shop on Crook Street. He’d been in Covert Comics a few times over the years, but never with a particular mission in mind, beyond perhaps finding a current or missing issue for his eclectic comic collection.
He ran a hand through his thick, dark hair as he stepped inside, noting idly that he needed a trim. His C.O. was a tough bastard when it came to maintaining uniform and hygiene requirements. His C.O. was a tough bastard anyway, which brought him to Covert Comics on his day off.