Chapter 22

Nicky?

But he’d taken the first watch; he shouldn’t be taking this one also.

“Why didn’t Hank wake me?”

“I told him not to. It’s going to be a long day, Doc. You needed your rest.”

“Well, I’m awake now. You can go to sleep.”

“Not likely. I’m up for the rest of the day. You know I never needed much sleep.”

“No, you never did.” Even when he’d first come to us, I’d find him at four or five in the morning, doing homework or completing projects. “Keep me company, then.”

“Thanks. I’d like that.”

“It’s been a long time since we had some time together.”

“How did we let it get to that point, Doc?”

“You joined the Air Force after college. How did you wind up in communications?”

“I never thought I would. I’d pictured myself flying those stealth jets.”

“So what happened?”

“I tossed my cookies the first time I went up in one.” He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, and I had the feeling he was pulling my leg. “God, I’d sell my soul for a cup of coffee.”