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out in the world kicking Mortuorum ass.
    He was surprised that the extended combat training had really taken it out of him so much.  He‘d thought that he would have been fit enough to keep up but those guys sure had shown them all up.  Man, it had been a really, really hard day.  Their new schedule meant that they had been in combat training with the nearly graduated student’s non-stop. Well, except for a few short intermittent breaks to quickly cram some food down themselves, but that was about it.  They were already working them to breaking point.
    They’d spent their day getting pummelled and his body was screaming out for a little relaxation.   Even though it had all been minimal-contact, he still ached all over. The foam padding only absorbed the initial sting of the hit.  Jackson was at his physical peak, so how some of the other guys had survived it was a mystery to him.
    All he wanted to do now was to sleep, pre ferably for an entire week. Within seconds of his head hitting the pillow, he was out like a light.

Chapter Nine.
     
    “Oh mygodIreallycan’tbelievethatthisishappeningyou’resoluckyIwishthatitwasmeyou‘regoingtohavesuchagreattimewhattimeishepickingyouupwhereareyougoingwhatareyougoingtowear?”
    Lana had gone out of her way to come here to Aisline’s work to gush over her good fortune at landing a date with the one and only Jordan Battilier.  Yay, me , Ash thought to herself glumly.  At least one of them was excited about her date - Lana hadn’t even come up for air yet, she was that excited.  Well, as far as Ash was concerned, she could have him.  If only it was that easy to get out of it, then she’d happily trade places.
    Honestly, though.  Coming in here, to where she worked (albeit part-time, but hey) and basically skipping around the diner, clapping her hands together like a little girl was a tad too much for Aisline to bear.  Sometimes, Lana could be so bloody immature and it really grated on her nerves.  Right now, it was taking all her self-control and restraint not to smack her one straight in the gob.  Sure, she was genuinely excited for her, but she was also too blind to see that Ash really wasn’t into this date, and Lana rubbing it in was only making it worse.
    It was still only early evening, with the sun’s lingering rays still reaching their spidery fingers out over the horizon, the day cooling rapidly around them.  When she’d made her way in to work for the late shift, she always took the late shift since there wasn’t much choice for her really, there had been a definite chill in the air.  You know how it feels when the sky is threatening snow?  Yeah, it was like that.  Perhaps she’d get snowed in here at the diner and they’d have to cancel their date?  She could only wish.
    “Why are you not more excited?  I can’t believe it. I wish it were me.” Lana clutched her hands at her chest in an overly wistful manner before giggling.  The girl could be so dramatic on occasion and Ash wished that she’d hidden in the back.  Hey, they were best friends and had been for a really long time, but she really could do without all this giggling annoyance right now. 
    “Yeah, I kind of wish it was you, too.” she muttered, too quietly for Lana to hear. 
    Aisline couldn’t honestly believe it either.  At first, she had thought that maybe it was some kind of warped joke.  All of a sudden, Jordan had started popping in for a coffee on his way into work, or when he was passing by, or just using any excuse that he could think of.  Sure, he was one of the sexiest Matris guys that she had ever laid eyes on, but really? Seriously?  He hadn’t looked twice at her back when they had gone to school together, so what changed?
    He’d dropped by the diner for the sixth night in a row, casually trying to draw her into conversation, before dropping the bombshell of the date invitation.  Ash had been so taken aback that she had agreed to go out with him before she