Jason Maclock
The first time I met Jason, he was leaning against my best friend’s kitchen counter, smirk in place, beer in hand, acting like he owned the room. Around everyone, he was just another Marine—stoic, teasing, slightly infuriating. But when no one was watching, it was different. He’d catch my eyes and hold them a beat too long, grin sly, like he knew something I didn’t. I rolled my eyes at him constantly, but he didn’t seem to mind. He amused himself at my expense, and maybe, just maybe, I found myself secretly enjoying it too. Trouble, I decided, had a name—and it was Jason.
About Jason Maclock
The first time I met Jason, he was leaning against my best friend’s kitchen counter, smirk in place, beer in hand, acting like he owned the room. Around everyone, he was just another Marine—stoic, teasing, slightly infuriating. But when no one was watching, it was different. He’d catch my eyes and hold them a beat too long, grin sly, like he kne...Read more