as their lot. All the years sheâd spent in her holidays volunteering on aboriginal missions where her mother had been a doctor, teaching women about contraceptives and control over their own bodies.
Ruth stood, aware her heartbeat was way too high. She put her hands on her hips as she looked from Armstrong to Lea and back to the captain. âAre you insane? This isnât a slave auction. You donât get to give one of my friends away.â
Captain Lang turned to her. âYou have an objection to me assigning Lea to the best man I have in order to guarantee her protection?â
âDamn right I do. Lea is a brilliant doctoral student, not a trophy prize for a navy man shooting braindeads.â
âIâm okay, Ruth. Really I am. In fact, Iâd like Phil to look after me. Iâve never had any man look after me since Dad died.â Leaâs face had turned crimson, her ears pink. âNo man has ever promised me anything so wonderful.â
âLea, are you nuts?â Ruth rubbed her hand across her forehead. What could her brilliant university medal-winning friend be thinking? âTheyâre just words. You donât need him. Youâve always looked after yourself.â
âThings arenât the same anymore, are they, Ruth? These men are the only ones keeping order and I need order to continue my work and try and find a cure for this virus. Iâve spent my whole life studying towards my doctorate. Not having any social life. For what? Thereâs nothing out there anymore. I want to be with Phil. Iâve made up my mind. Please donât make a fuss. I want this.â Lea stepped into Lieutenant Armstrongâs arms.
He leaned down and whispered something in her ear. She giggled like a schoolgirl.
âLea has consented, Ruth. Respect her decision,â the captain said.
âRespect?â On some level, she knew she was overstepping the line. But dammit, she hadnât been brought up by her single doctor mother whoâd worked twenty-four seven to keep her bright daughter in one of Sydneyâs best private girlâs schools, to take crap from men. Women should have a say in their own future. âYou have no right to lecture me on respect. Youâre offering a woman as a prize.â
âHoo-Yah,â the men chanted.
The captain held his hand up to silence the men. âItâs a different world from three months ago. No one did anything to protect the women and children. Iâm putting my best men on the job.â
âLike hell you are. Letâs call this what it is. Youâre offering my girlfriends as an incentive for your men to work harder.â
The green of the captainâs eyes darkened. âIâm giving my men a reason to get up in the morning. Most of these men fought in the Middle East, saving other peopleâs families, then came home to find their own families dead.â
Ruth looked around the hall. Dressed in their uniforms, everything looked so normal and nice, but it wasnât and maybe it never would be again. âIâm sorry for your losses, but weâve all suffered losses. You donât have the right to use women as a panacea for your wounds. Youâre bringing women here onto the base, promising them safety without explaining exactly what you expect them to do in return.â
A grin spread across the captainâs handsome face. âIâll explain it all to you slowly in private. Now sit.â
Laughter rumbled around the room.
Hatred, raw and fresh, rose in her chest. The man had deliberately patronised her in front of his men. She was about to retaliate when she saw him make a hand gesture and noticed two men move into position behind her seat. Jack had restrained her once and she knew he wouldnât hesitate to do it again. She sat, fists clenched, overwhelmed.
The captain turned his attention back to his men. âVassar. You have volunteered on every dangerous
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