Page 27 of Luck Be Mine
Hunt gave a small laugh. “You do not grasp what you speak of. You are warm, inviting, and alive, all sexy as hell. Romantic is what we make it. This is romantic.” He took her mouth in a fierce kiss, and she lost her breath.
Necking should never be downplayed. Whew!
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◊ Back in Uniform – One Month ◊
A few days later, Hunt followed Doogie out of a mission briefing and debated how to tell Cait that activation wasimminent. He was going to miss the recliner, the make out sessions, and the closeness with his wife. The new mission rotation was starting in two days, and he neglected to mention it to Cait.
Because he expected Cait to freak?
No. Because he was.
Leaving her home alone was killing him. Even with her stateside, in his apartment, no travel plans, no Army orders, better from therapy, Adele at her right hand, with as much organized as they possibly could – he kept going over and over arrangements in his head in case he’d missed something.
He’d been tempted to text her and break the news before he got home. Chicken. She deserved the news in person. They’d be communicating by those devices soon enough.
Doogie slowed and matched his stride to Hunt’s. “How’s Cait handling possible deployment?”
Hunt stayed silent.
“You haven’t told her, have you?” He grabbed Hunt’s arm. “What the hell?”
Hunt pulled away and entered their work area to get away from listening ears. “I’m the one who isn’t ready.” The confession came hard. Glad the area was empty, he moved to the back of the large room.
“You’re on edge, bro. To be expected. The only way past this is through. You’ll have to turn it off.” Doogie’s advice was straight out of the team playbook.
“Copy.” Propping his hands on his hips, he took a deep breath.
“Mama says she’s doing great, if that means anything. What did you do with the apartment change idea?”
“Talked to the complex office. They have an open two-bedroom on the ground floor. Watch us get sent out before I have time to execute the move.”
“Don’t jinx it, man.”
He snorted. “You get to move the red sofa.”
Doogie huffed, exasperated. “I carried it up.”
Hunt opened his cage and dropped his iPad in the slot he used for storage. “You can carry it down.”
“I’m getting nothing but grief about that sofa,” he groused.
“Cait likes big red. So shut it.”
Doogie’s eyebrows rose sky high. “She does?”
“Yeah, don’t ask me. After your mom cleaned it, she suddenly embraced the thing and is now decorating with it in mind.”
He stared at Hunt, disbelief in his expression. “Do tell.”
“More pillows, matching comforter across the back, artwork on the wall. Amazon. The budget killer. Frankly, I don’t care as long as she’s happy, so there you go.”
“So there you go.” His best friend grinned like a fool.
Hunt slapped him on the back. “Don’t ever do this again.”
“But it sidetracked my mama. Lectures are at a minimum. Stopped thousands of dollars of spending at a furniture store. Just have to know how. Uh-huh.” He did a little shimmy.
