"Somebody who saved me a seat at supper," Felicity told Emma. "I'm Tommy's friend. Would that tea go down any better if I gave you the names of everybody in camp I might eat a meal with?"
Tommy had gone inside for a few minutes to himself. She hoped the whole conversation wasn't reaching him through the window. Sarge put aside the loose buckle he'd been cleaning and pulled the door closed the last couple of inches. Felicity had put herself through that particular pile of shit in a training room full of officers. She had no intention of dragging Tommy through the whole thing in front of his friends.
Emma pushed the heels of her hands against her eyes, then let them drop. Her cheeks were wet, and she'd taken enough of a beating in the last few minutes to make Felicity feel a little sorry for her. She could feel that and still believe Tommy. He didn't owe the woman who'd touched him a hug to make up for how badly she'd taken being told to stop.
