As expected, the Second Lieutenant ran into him hard, forcing him to take a few steps forward while narrowly avoiding Lavoie. The reaction was purposeful, but he made it look genuine.
“Apologies,” the Lieutenant said when Marc turned around.
“I was being careless,” Marc countered. “Do you have a name?”
“Name?” the Lieutenant asked.
“I’ll have Murphy add it to the program as a guest.”
While Marc smiled, hers faded. The idea of a nurse walking through the trenches of the Western Front would have been akin to a convict being escorted to the gallows. They’d eat her alive…
“Clara,” she said. “Clara Grey.”
“A beautiful name,” Marc said. “Very fitting considering those eyes.”

Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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