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away.
    Damn, Ethan, I’m sorry, man.
    He felt guilty for thinking about his friend’s daughter that way. Then he tilted his head, and an interesting thought sprung to mind. Sarge knew his friend well, and Ethan always knew exactly what he was doing. He was systematic in his thinking and wouldn’t have made the decision for Sarge to take care of Grace lightly. But Grace didn’t need anyone to look after her. Ethan had to have known that, too.
    Was it possible that Ethan wanted them to be together? Ethan wouldn’t have wanted his daughter sentenced to a long solitary confinement. He would want her to have someone. Someone he thought would be a good companion.
    Sarge tried to think back to conversations he’d had about Grace over the years. Ethan had mentioned some dickwad she had dated for quite a while. He had been elated when that situation had ended. Mostly because her choice in men made Ethan feel like he’d made some mistake in parenting somewhere down the line. Other than that, Ethan only mentioned her in passing, bringing up things like what survival recipe they’d concocted with each other over the weekend, or how smart and capable she was.
    Sarge turned over the open cube he’d built. He needed to attach a toilet seat, and then Grace would have her requested setup. As he came out of the garage on his way to the house, he watched her in the corner of the yard digging. He eyed the dampness on the back of her shirt from her exertion and the heat of the day. He noticed the muscle definition in her arms and shoulders as she threw dirt aside. He smiled. The sight of her made him hungry and impatient for her. He already knew they’d end up fucking, but he was not looking forward to the awkward get-to-know-each-other part that had to come first.
    A few minutes later, he exited the house with a toilet seat in one hand and a glass of water for Grace in the other.
    “Here, drink something.”
    Grace jumped and pulled the gun out of her waistband at the same time. She had that pistol pointed at him and ready to shoot in a blur. Sarge found himself thanking God that her brain registered who he was before she pulled the trigger.
    “Shit! Don’t sneak up on me like that.” She glared at him. Then her face softened. She replaced her gun at her back and accepted the glass, then glanced at the toilet seat and smiled. “I’m going to assume that you didn’t get this water out of the toilet.”
    “Hope we’ll never be that desperate,” he mumbled while watching her throat move as she gulped down half the glass. A low groan escaped his chest as he turned back toward the garage. He couldn’t stop himself from picturing her swallowing his cum as greedily, and he was starting to get hard despite the fact that his brain just glanced over that mental picture for a second.
    He could feel her watching him as he walked away. It was a sixth sense he’d developed after so many years of having to be 100 percent aware of possible danger around him. A satisfied feeling shot through him. She felt it, too, the chemistry, the low-level thrum of the air when they were close to each other.
    Back in the cool shade of the garage, Sarge attached the toilet seat so it would encircle the hole he’d cut in the open-ended box. It would do. He carried it out toward where Grace was digging.
    When she caught sight of his creation, she smiled. “That’s perfect. Do you have any ideas on privacy?”
    “Yeah, I have a tarp in the garage that I can nail caddy corner. Should be fine.” He took the shovel from her hands and started digging. “You rest for a while. Just keep me company.”
    They stayed in amiable silence for a while as she leaned against the fence.
    “I can’t help thinking that I’ll never see my dad again.”
    “If anyone can make it through this on his own, it’s your dad. We’ve spent a lot of hours talking about all kinds of scenarios. He wasn’t the kind of man to be caught unprepared out on the road. Let’s not