“Engaged, basically. We never made it official.”
Pyrr waited.
“Jake.”
“The soldier.”
I looked at him sharply.
“Harper told you?”
“No. You said his name during training.”
I had.
Damn.
“He died overseas.”
Pyrr’s face changed.
Not jealousy.
Respect.
“I am sorry.”
“Yeah.”
I folded my arms.
“After that I decided soldiers were a terrible life choice.”
“That seems reasonable.”
I stared.
“You’re supposed to argue.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re a soldier.”
“Yes.”
“And interested.”
His ears darkened.
There.
Got him.
“I am.”
“That should make you defend the product.”
“I am not a product.”