Chapter 17

One of the men spotted him and said, “Hi, Chris. Why don’t you join us?” He walked over to the table and was about to say something when the man added, “Based on that slightly confused expression, I’d say you don’t remember us?”

“I’m sorry,” Chris said. “I’ve met so many new people recently that I haven’t got them all sorted out in my head yet.”

“Let’s start over, then,” the man said. “I’m Mitch Edwards, the hunk across the table from me wearing the Brooks Brothers suit is my partner, Rion Murphy, and this is our son Jamie. Have a seat.”

Chris sat. “I’m still trying to remember where we met, but I think it must have been with Quentin and Nate.”

“It was at Biscottis one evening,” Rion said.

“Oh, yeah. Now I remember. I knew I recognized your faces, but—”

“Still enjoying your leave?” Mitch said.

“Yeah, but today is the last day. I report to the hospital at NAS tomorrow morning.”

“Are you a doctor?” Jamie said. “My mama was a doctor.”