Page 17 of The Flyboy's Girl
Biting my lip to contain my laughter, I watch as both Don and Paul pale slightly.
Don swallows hard before asking, “Bishop as in Captain?”
Turning his focus on me Paul asks, “Thorpe as in Admiral?”
“Yes, they are our fathers,” I reply my gaze solely locked on Paul’s.
“Jesus Millie,” Don whisper yells. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“If I had, you wouldn’t have so much as looked at me, let alone dance with me and you know it.”
Letting out a defeated sigh Don admits, “You’re right.”
“I know,” Millie says, “and I didn’t want to chance that. Besides I don’t remember you telling me you were in the Navy.”
“That’s true, I didn’t,” Don says.
“I guess this means I won’t be able to see you again,” Paul says softly as his fingers tighten their grip on his hat.
“What? No. Look Paul, yes, my father has a rule about me dating men under his command. However, he can’t control whoyousee onyourtime off.
“I see what you’re saying Ruby, but I don’t want either one of us getting in trouble with your father.”
“We won’t. We’ll just need to be careful when we’re on base.”
Considering my words, Paul looks down before slowly looking back up at me. “If we get caught, we’ll all have hell to pay.”
A slow smile pulls at my lips, “Then we’ll just have to make sure we don’t get caught.”
