Jacksonville, FL
“WANT TO STOP by the house and pick up your car?” he said.
“Take me straight downtown if you don’t mind, babe. Captain Bridges goes right by our neighborhood on his way home. He’ll drop me off.”
“Your wish is my command.”
I spent an uneventful day dealing with the usual crap. My phone rang around five thirty. I picked it up and a familiar voice said, “Ready to go home, George?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He dropped me off, and I went inside the house, where I found Mike in the kitchen fixing dinner. I gave him a hug and a kiss.
“Mail’s on the desk, babe,” he said.