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Next to her, her mother presses a dramatic hand to her chest. "Oh, I completely forgot. Samira, this is Jack. He's visiting us for a bit. He and your father go way back."
"Military," The man — Jack — explains easily. "But it is nice to finally meet you, Samira."
Samira glances at her mother, who nods sagely. "Dad was discharged before I was even born," she points out. "That must be a long, long way back."
If Jack notices her dig, he doesn't show it. "It has been a while," he agrees, before taking a swig of his beer.
or, home from college on spring break, samira is surprised to meet her father's supposed best friend. jack, in turn, struggles.
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07 Jul 2026
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He'd have gone looking for her, if things had been different. If he thought she wanted to be found. He'd go anywhere.
But he didn't have to. Because she came back.Bookmarked by sirjohnwatsons
07 Jul 2026
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Samira has long known that being friends with Robby is a character flaw. It had just never seemed so damning until now. It itched at her inion whenever Jack stared at her from across the ED. She pushed it away when he emailed case studies, because he was the only person not related to her who emailed her at all. She ignored it because she liked the way his callused hands brushed against the soft skin of her inner thighs and how his warm tongue felt heavy in her mouth. She craved the goosebump tingle that seemed to pulse at every nerve ending, at every millimeter of skin, whenever Jack’s attention focused solely on her at the end of a long day.
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22 Jun 2026
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“Look at him, Samira,” Jack says. The words seem lodged in his throat. He's forcing them out. “Sweetheart fucking face. And they were gonna kill him.”
He kisses the dog on the top of its head. And Samira usually finds that sort of behavior foreign and disgusting, but she puddles just a little more when she sees Jack Abbot do it.
“So you took a chance on him?” she says.
“What can I say?” Jack lifts the tags on his dog’s collar with a crook of his finger. Samira watches as they slide, metal on metal, identifying information, dents and dings—and she sees it, she aches as she sees it, that scrape of metal limbs and dog tags in gray matter memories. “I'm a sucker for lost fucking causes.”
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Jack rescues a tripod dog with a history of violence. Samira learns what they each have in common.
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22 Jun 2026
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"I didn't know you were the type to use the apps," she says eventually, then decides that's maybe too cryptic and adds: "Hinge I mean. Saw your profile."
Then something wonderful happens. Something she never expected of overly confident, perpetually suave, Jack Abbot: he blushes. His entire face flames red within seconds, and he clears his throat as a crackly, awkward laugh leaves his lips
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Or, Jack Abbot has been celibate for 12 years and Samira Mohan is completely normal about it.
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18 Jun 2026