Oh my, it isn't just Frank and Henry's hormonal surges Dante has worry about.....
Could it possibly be true???
He held her until she calmed down and leaned back; despite her tear-stained face, he thought she was beautiful.
"Five years of service. F-five years and then you're free," she murmured.
"Why?" he wanted to know, half curious, half filled with unease at the prospect.
"Because... because I'm sure there's a woman out there somewhere who would love to have a man like you by her side."
Involuntarily a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth and almost too late he redirected his unconscious movement so that he kissed her on the forehead rather than the mouth. "That's a lovely thought," he whispered, acknowledging her intentions.