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out of her memory. “Empty eyes, slack jaws. Some of them twitch or jump at any noise.”
    “And now we’ll have to deal with poisoned gas.”
    “This madness has to stop.”
    “Unfortunately, neither side appears willing to surrender.”
    “No, I suppose not.” A yawn swallowed anything else she might have said.
    “We both need rest.” Michael stood and folded out a narrow bunk from high on the wall. A cramped ladder made it accessible. “I’ll sleep on the bench.”
    She nodded and climbed the steps. She lay down and tried to ignore the sounds of Michael removing his uniform jacket. The memory of his touch arched through her body.
    Perhaps sleep wouldn’t be so easy.
    * * *
    Jude woke to Michael’s voice and his hand on her arm.
    “What is it?”
    “We’re about an hour from Liege.”
    She climbed down the ladder. “Is there a room on the train where I could wash?”
    He nodded. “The train is full of soldiers and little else. Keep your eyes on me or the floor and stay close.”
    “I’m ready.”
    They left the berth. He turned right and she followed as closely as she could. There were many soldiers standing in the aisle, and she could see them stare at her out of the corner of her eye.
    Michael stopped at a narrow door, opened it, looked inside, then told her to go in.
    The room was narrow, but there was clean water and soap. She was able to take care of all her needs in a few minutes.
    They made their way back to their berth and Michael locked the door again.
    She sat on the bench, staring at the ring on her finger. “Why your grandmother’s ring? What if I lose it?”
    “You won’t.”
    “Michael, you should be saving this ring for your wife, not using it as a prop in this badly written play we’re acting out.”
    The smile on his face looked as if it had been carved by a razor. “I won’t ever have a wife.”
    “Give it to one of your female relatives, then,” she said through tightly clenched teeth. She tried to pull it off, but it refused to budge.
    He quirked an eyebrow at her. “I want you to keep it.”
    “Why?”
    His answer was to lean back and close his eyes. As if that finished their discussion.
    Rage swept over her. “Because you feel guilty? Sorry for me?” His eyes popped open and she shook a finger in his face. “Don’t you dare .”
    He leaned forward. “I feel a great many things for you, but not pity.”
    She mirrored him. “I don’t believe you.”
    He seized her. “Believe this.” He kissed her, his lips at first hard then soft.
    Jude put her hands on his chest to push him away, but her fingers disobeyed. They curled into his uniform and pulled him closer.
    He put one hand behind her head while the other slid behind her back, pulling her on top of him into firm contact with his body. His erection felt like a hot, hard rod against her belly.
    She braced her hands against his shoulders and she wrenched her mouth away. If he kissed her again, she’d be lost. She’d do whatever he wanted, be whatever he wanted. Distraction was her only hope.
    “Wha—”
    Too late.
    He covered her mouth with his own, swallowing her words. His kiss was insistent, determined and unforgiving. His lips took over, his tongue tasting her as if she were his favourite meal and he was starving.
    He reversed their positions on the bench, putting her beneath him.
    Something told her he wouldn’t stop this time. He rocked his hips and she shivered with anticipation and desire. Need rose from deep inside, the need for him she’d tried to bottle up but never quite succeeded. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back.
    He moaned and kissed her harder. One hand found her breast and she gasped when he squeezed gently.
    “Oh!” Her eyes grew wide and she forgot to breathe.
    He did it again. She trembled, then sank one hand into his hair, pulling him closer so she could kiss him harder.
    His hand rubbed, squeezed and tormented one breast then the other, making her shake and