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lly hoped Rosanne would make a breakthrough that night. That was the third time he’d sneakily left her and Stan together. She’d vowed to set a perfect moo

e back from his run to find them either watching TV or playing video games. He would usually join them after his sho

Robert and Sarkodie, his military pals would be disappointed because they were looking forward to seeing the shocked delight on Akua’s face when she finally saw him. Well, too bad. Apart

lice stationed at the main entran

s like he’d been taught. Ghanaians sure did have a very interesting hands

rised. “Going to town or just picking a stroll?” He ask

l shook the carrier bag he was holdi

r two responded. “Want me to

now my way around town

e’s Nii.” The soldier pointed at one

drawing chuckles from the soldiers. “Ni

he went on

*

couch. “You’re such a liar. You said this was the

r table and relaxed beside Rosanne. “But I’ve play

nce in a while though?” She murmured

s?” Stan chuckled. “He’

with a sultry look. “Could have fooled me. Yo

groaned. “Permission to act

at she had expected. The guy had killed the mood she’d carefully created…again! And s

s feet up on the center table, and then leaned the ba

ot crude,” Ros

push me

down to sit beside Stan and rested her head

girl.” Sta

same things.” She virtually purred

‘Think, Stan, think.’ Then… “So

surprise in Rosanne’s voice. He

only two ladies. Did you ha

n with t

hu

one of them.” She said. “I mean on the battlefield everyone wants

’s ri

u’re good at what you do, t

aving a ball.” Stan chuckled. “Unless of course, he’s onl

from him and spoke with all seriousness. “The guys

or instance. According to his file, he’s a par

o. Wi

ent on and on about Will just as Stan knew she would. And

*

he latter was the case for his friend’s sake. He’d had a lot of fun catching up with Akua. What a girl! He smiled when he remembered how she’d begged him to stay longer when he said he had to g

ed. In the kitchen, he plugged in the kettle and took butter and ham out of the fridge. He

will help you

at Stan who was lounging in the doorway with his arms fo

ing rigid when Will fully turned to face him. Covering the left sid

uite-mate. He turned back to grab the Milo and a tin of milk. “Want

he things Will could have tattooed on himself, a wolf? He pulled out

an prayed he sounded calmer th