Page 78 of The Wounded Warrior

“At least every eighteen.” Matt rolled his eyes. “He and his lady make beautiful babies though. He ever send you pictures?”

“Oh, we Skype. I see them in…well, not person, in virtual personhood?”

“Oh, he loves that stupid program.”

Luke laughed. “Matt hates sitting in front of a computer.”

“Yeah, well, I have a media room with a video camera and great streaming.”

Matt looked at Luke. “Was any of that English?”

“Yes. He has this really cool room with movie theater seats. We watch movies and shit.”

“That sounds cool. You got lots of movies, man?”

“Tons. You should come over one night.”One ‘not tonight’ night. “We can have pizza and beer and watch.”

“Matt likes westerns and shark movies.”

“Shark movies?” Rory munched a chip, then went on. “LikeJaws?”

“Jaws.Deep Blue Sea.Sharknado.Sharktopus.Shark Night.Mega Shark. I’m easy.”

“Apparently so.”

“Hey, now,” Luke put in. “Sharktopusis a classic.”

“Y’all scare me.” The waitress was making her way over to take their order. “Anyone else having a beer?”

“I am. Mr. Lightweight here wants a margarita,” Matt said.

“He can have two. I’ll drive him home.”

“I figured. I’ll have a beer.” Matt folded up the menu. “The chicken chimichanga deluxe I think, yeah?”

“Oh… I was going to have nachos or tacos, but that sounds good.”

“I’d totally share nachos and a chimi with you,” Luke said. That was perfect, since that was a ton of food.

“Yeah? Works for me.”

“Get the big nachos so I can have a few.” Matt liked nachos. Good to know.

“Large nachos, chimichanga deluxe on two plates, a margarita on the rocks with extra salt and a Dos Equis, please.”

“And I’ll take the chimichanga deluxe and a Coors Light,” Matt added.

“Sure. Just a sec.” The waitress headed to the little bar to put their drink order in. The bartender glanced over at them, and he nodded. That kid seemed familiar.

Rory frowned, trying to remember where he’d seen the guy, but Luke touched his arm, making all his nerves light up.

“Did you hear anything about the truck today?”

“In the shop. Still. Eternally.” He rolled his eyes, sighed. “I swear, my poor baby truck was mangled.”

“You got someone real mad,” Matt said, watching him carefully. “I reckon you need to be more careful.”

Rory caught the warning plain in those words. He understood. Luke was special.

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