But it was not only impressive aspect of Lieutenant Zachary which made it seem like a brat. It was also the fact that they were military. Although not in uniform, standing before her, her shoulders back and head up looked like a naval version Geyperman. He was a soldier not forced recruitment, but by choice. Had chosen to enlist. Had decided to perpetuate all that, driven by their opposition to war, Nessa's parents had taught him to reject.
His neighbor was watching her as closely as she him.
"I was curious," he said. His voice was serious and had no accent. He did not speak particularly high, but his words came to him quite clearly. Nessa
forced a smile.
"Sure.
"Do not worry," he said, but smiled back. In fact, had not smiled even once since she had turned to look over the railing. I do noise. I do not give wild parties. Do not bother. I will not go in your life and trust that kindly do the same.
bowed his head once and Nessa realize that just fired. With a single nod, as if he had cleared out one of his recruits. While
she looked at him, the former Navy lieutenant went to the stairs.
leaning on his cane most of the weight of his body. And every step I took seemed full of pain. Do you really going to climb those stairs ...?
course. The apartment complex was not equipped with elevators or escalators, or any other system that would access the second floor to the disabled. And it was clear that this man was.
But Lt. Zachary climbed, step by step, painfully. He used the iron railing and the top of your body to help move forward and up the steps almost on one leg. Still, Nessa noticed every movement caused him great pain. When he reached the top of the stairs, breathing heavily and his face was covered by a film of sweat.
Nessa, as always, spoke from the heart, without thinking.
"There's a flat for sale on the ground floor," he said. Perhaps in the office of the community can help change the floor of ... that of ...
He gave her a searing look.
- you still here? "His voice was rough and his words, rude. But when he raised his eyes and fixed them for a moment on hers, she excelled in her eyes a host of emotions. Anger, despair, shame. An incredible amount of shame. Nessa
heart was in my throat.
"Sorry," he said, almost involuntarily dropped her eyes to his leg wound. I did not want ...
He sat right below one of the lights in the corridor and up a bit right leg.
"Nice, huh? "He said.
His knee was a crossroads of scars. The joint seemed swollen and congested. Nessa swallowed.
- What ...? He said, and cleared his throat. What happened?
looked up and saw the lieutenant's eyes were a strange shade of blue. Dark blue, almost black. And they were surrounded by long, thick lashes that Nessa had never seen a man.
close, despite the sheen of sweat covering his face, Nessa was convinced that Lieutenant Zachary Efron was the most attractive man she had seen in his twenty-seven years of life.
Her hair was dark blonde. It was not the typical dull blonde, but rather a shaggy brown and gold flashes, and even some reflections that glistened in the sun redheads. His nose was large, but not too much for her face, and slightly aquiline. His mouth was wide. Nessa
wanted him smile.
What would smile with that mouth so generous. Her typical expression lines near the corners of the mouth and eyes characteristic of people who laugh often, but at that moment his face was tense with pain and rage.
"I hurt," he said brusquely. During a military operation.
had been drinking. Nessa was close enough to distinguish the smell of whiskey on his breath. He stepped back.
- A ... military operation?
"Yes" he replied.
"It must have ... horrible, "she said. But ... I did not know that the United States took part in naval battles lately.
"I was wounded during a rescue operation at the counterterrorism center of Baghdad," said Zac.
- Baghdad Not a bit far from the sea for a sailor? "I'm
Navy SEALs," he said. Then his lips twisted into a sour grimace, like a smile. "Age" Navy SEALs "he said. Zac
realized she did not know what he meant. She looked with wonder in his eyes strange color. They were a light tan, brown and green with a brown fence on the edge of the iris. Were slightly slanted and exotic, as if, perhaps in their grandparents' generation, there would be Asian or Polynesian blood. Or Hawaiian. That was it. Seemed slightly Hawaiian. His cheekbones, high and wide, enhanced this effect. The nose was small and delicate, like his lips. Her skin, smooth and clear, had a delicious tan. Her long curly hair in a ponytail and bangs slightly softened the features of his face. Her hair was so long that if you let loose, come to the hips.
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