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“Samantha Carter?”
The question in his voice stopped her at the entrance to the tent.
“Yeah?” Blue eyes met blue eyes as she turned back.
“Was there ever anything…between us?” he asked hesitantly.
“Us?” She chuckled uncomfortably. “No. No, not in that way.” She struggled to explain. “We—we were just…really, really good friends.”
He searched her face intently for a moment and then nodded.
“Okay,” he said with a soft smile. She returned his smile awkwardly and left the tent a little too quickly.
He was sure now. She had been lying.
He decided to go find out why.