Page 25 of Luck Be Mine
She put dressing on her salad. “I talked to the PSNCO today, mostly to find out where my gear is. He said he’d check and get back to me. It left Afghanistan.”
“What about household goods? How much is there?”
Cait snorted. “I have no idea. I didn’t do any of it. They arrived and packed while I went to the hospital and closed out. When I came back, they were done and gone. I only have the number of boxes, not how they were labeled. This might be another fun mountain of adventure. I held off initiating any separation request because it’ll start questions with my commander. I don’t want the discussion, yet.”
Hunt grinned. “Do you think he hasn’t figured out you aren’t coming back?”
“No, I’ve told him. He still wants me to wait until disability ends.”
“He figures you deserve the disability, and the time is practical, honey. It doesn’t hurt to hold.”
“Agreed, but I’m anxious. My whole life is jumbled.” She stared around the empty room, eyes jumping over the red sofa without rolling. “We should find a two-bedroom ground floor apartment. It would make it easier for me to maneuver without you.”
Way to make a statement and not ask.
“Could we look?”
“Yeah, sure. When we first got home, I thought bigger might be better. I can check the office and see if they have any. They’re good with military personnel.”
Cait nodded, relieved he saw the necessity.
He put down his fork and took her hand. “I’m not attached to this place. It was a means to an end. If another apartment will work better, let’s do it.”
“Okay. Can we sit in the recliner together for a bit when we’re finished?” She wanted the kissing time they’d established in Germany, and time for him to relax a bit.
He studied the chair in question. “Sure, as long as we turn it away from the red beast.”
She shook a finger at him. “Your team loves you.”
“They loveyou. Me they like to harass.”
“Adele’s scheduled a cleaning in the morning. She says we shouldn’t even breathe on it until she does.”
Hunt had taken a bite and choked on his food. He cleared his throat and went to the cupboard for water. Raising a glass at her, she nodded. He filled two glasses and came back to the table. “She’s right. We have no idea who has entertained on Red Baby.”
“Ew, please. I won’t ever want to make out on my own sofa.”
He smirked and cleaned his plate.
“How was work? Kill anybody? How do you stand Tommy’s attitude every day?”
Hunt dropped his fork on the empty plate. “I run him to death. That usually shuts him up. Today, we were testing some new weapons. He didn’t do much talking. I didn’t kill anybody.”
Hunt scooted his chair back. “Clean your plate, Doc.”
Cait checked. She had several bites left. “Yes, sir.” Not used to eating big meals, she slowly took the bites. Hunt had cleaned the kitchen and put the leftovers in the refrigerator while she doodled with her food.
“I could have done this later.”
“Nope. You cook. I straighten the kitchen. It’s my marriage rule.”
“I’m not going to argue.”
“You’re ready for bed.”
“I want recliner time.”
“Why?” His confused expression tickled her humor.
