Page 38 of Life To My Flight

I didn’t like large gatherings and being in a loud room made me nervous.

It’d only been four months since I was off full time duty with the PJ’s, and I was still a bit jumpy as a whole.

“You don’t like listening to my problems?” He joked.

“I don’t like listening to problems that have no basis on reality. If you don’t like it, fix it. If you can’t fix it, then find someone else who’ll stay with you at home,” I suggested.

Sometimes I came off as an asshole, but this world had a ton of problems that were of more consequence than a man’s wife not being at home when he wanted her to be.

That just made him sound like a whiney bitch.

“You’re such a dick,” Loki laughed.

I shrugged and went to the back corner of the bar and took a seat not in front of the bar, but behind the bar.

I really didn’t want to have to talk to anyone tonight; I wasn’t in the mood to be nice.

“Why do you always sit back here?” Loki asked as he took a seat on the opposite side of me.

He had his back to the room, and I could tell it was bothering him.

Police officers, and those in the military, had habits. Rule number one was knowing your surroundings. Rule number two, was never put your back to a room.

However, he had a mirror, so he was somewhat appeased.

“Because I don’t want anyone touching me, and it’s the closest door to the exit that everyone else won’t have access to,” I said patiently.

Loki rolled his eyes. “Going out the front door would be faster.”

I shook my head. “No, going out the front door would be longer. If there was truly an emergency, then they’d all be using that one door, or the fire exit across the room. They wouldn’t even think to use the back exit.”

Loki seemed to think about it before he nodded his head in understanding.

“Gotcha,” he said as he leaned over and grabbed two beers out of the cooler. “You do have more experiences in this area.”

I snorted.

I did indeed.

That was the last thing I wanted to hear about, though.

I twisted off the cap and lifted the beer to my mouth before taking a swig.

However, a flash of familiar long brown hair caught my eye, and the beer froze halfway down to the table.

That was because my Rue was sitting next to a man who had his arms around her shoulders.

She was in the back of the room, in the furthest booth.

Across from her was Cody and another man, who I assumed was his partner. However, all of my attention was focused on the man that was about to have his face introduced to the table.

“The last time you had that look on your face, you sent your sister’s ex-husband to the hospital for hitting her. What’s going on?” Loki asked as he followed my line of sight. “Oh, shit.”

I was up and moving before I’d decided that I wanted to be.

My large strides ate up the ground on my way across the room boots smacking hard on the stained concrete.

Smack-smack-smack.

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