Page 95 of Duty and Desire
That bought her five more swats.
“Oooooh…kay,” Jet whispered, giving her sister big eyes.
Lottie just smiled at her.
Jet’s eyes narrowed, and she started to look pissed.
Ah, hell.
“Dude, how do you become a commando?” Alex asked him before Jet could get into it with her sister about how she suddenly had a boyfriend that Jet had never heard about who Lottie was tight enough with, he was coming to dinner with the family.
“Thisdudeis Uncle Mo,” Lottie corrected.
Now he was “Uncle Mo.”
And now he wanted someone to killhim.
“Righteous,” Alex said to his aunt, then back to Mo. “Uncle Mo, how do you become a commando?”
He opened his mouth to tell the kid he wasn’t a commando.
Though, with some of the missions Hawk took, he absolutely was.
But Lottie got there before him.
“He was in the Army.”
“Righteous!” Alex yelled. “Just like Uncle Lee!” His gaze dipped to Mo’s weapon. “Why do you carry a gun?”
“I’m on duty,” Mo told him.
“Cooooooool,” he breathed. He recovered from that awesomeness and asked, “Do you know how to put on camo makeup?”
“Yeah,” Mo said.
“Do you know how to use a rocket launcher?”
“Yeah.”
“Have you flown in a helicopter?”
“Yeah.”
“Have you jumped out of a plane?”
“Yeah.”
“Have you been to Afghanistan?”
Mo’s body grew tight and so did his repeat of, “Yeah.”
He felt Lottie and Jet’s attention.
Alex opened his mouth again but didn’t get anything out before Lottie said softly, “Alex, honey, find the ice cream and get your brothers and yourself a bar. ’Kay?”
“Sure, Auntie Lottie,” Alex said, then started digging through the remaining canvas bags.
Mo avoided her eyes as he bent and picked up the spent bags, folding them in half, like Lottie kept them, and stacking them on the counter.
