Chapter 245

Quinn Steele's dad might be the big boss of the military, but from day one, he never made a fuss about it. No showing off, no name-dropping-just grinding his way up from the bottom like everyone else. So when he was picked for a half-month crash training program, he didn't pull rank, just went with it. Wasn't a big deal for someone like him. But the moment he stepped into the training room, he realized something was off. Standing right there was a pretty girl-Isla Collins. "You're number three?" he asked, looking straight at her. The recruits were all assigned numbers. Isla was number three. She nodded, a bit confused. "Yeah." She couldn't figure out why Quinn was here. Wasn't he a lieutenant? Shouldn't someone else be training newbies like them? "I'm your coach for this round," Quinn explained. He wasn't sure what mix-up had landed him here, but whatever-it was already happening, so he rolled with it. "Oh." Isla looked even more lost. Normally sharp and quick on her feet, she found he