Chapter 6

“Okay. Well, stop in after. Think about spending the night. You’re welcome…really.” We were at his Jeep by the time I finished saying all that.

“Okay. I will.” He got in and started the engine. “It was great to see you.”

“You, too.”

Then he was gone again in a rush.

My next homecoming, a week later, held less surprise, but was definitely a little sweeter.

“I’m ba-ack,” I announced upon my entrance.

“Shh.” So was Major.

Though I hadn’t been able to get a hold of him throughout Saturday and most of Sunday, he’d shown up during The Simpsons, offering to sit with Ginger while I was gone again.

“I’m just not going to go,” I’d said over the breakfast he’d prepared on Monday morning. “We haven’t even gotten a chance to talk.”

“We’ll talk when you get back,” he’d promised. “Though there is more to life than work.”

I vowed I would try to remember that.

“Looks like you’re getting along.” I set down my travel bags.