Page 16 of Tactically Acquired

“I know, but…”

I nodded. It was going to be difficult as hell. Longer days. Longer nights. Filming this last movie had been hell. I could only imagine what the upcoming one would be like. I snuggled into his arms, trying to console him. “It’ll be alright. We’ll help each other through it.”

“You love this stuff.”

“Not when you’re unhappy.”

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better,” he huffed.

“I doubt this one will be very fun.”

He pressed his lips to my forehead and sighed. “Not exactly the way you thought you’d say goodbye to action movies, was it?”

I chuckled against his chest, inhaling his spicy scent. “No. You know what you need?”

“Preferably a kale smoothie loaded with vitamins.”

I grimaced at the disgusting image. “I was going to say a slice of pizza and a coke.”

“That stuff is terrible for your body.”

“So is kale. Who actually likes that stuff?”

“Me. It’s full of?—”

I covered my ears, not interested in hearing another rant about what my body needed to survive. “Please, do not give me another lecture. I’m not sure I can take it right now.”

“You’re going to have a heart attack in the next five years if you keep eating the way you do.”

I glared at him. “If you keep shoving kale down my throat, I’m going to throw up. That’s worse.”

“How do you figure?”

“Throwing up is much more dangerous. You could slip in it and knock yourself out. Concussion, brain damage, death…”

He chuckled at my dramatization. “That’s really pushing it.”

“Not really. I’d like to see one person who died from enjoying a slice of pizza.”

“I could probably go to the hospital and get you a death roll.”

“And I could probably get the same number of people who gagged on a smoothie.”

“Gagging isn’t the same as dying.”

“It is in my book,” I retorted. “Now, let’s finish this movie so we can get to Kansas and finish up this crap.”

“Who would actually want to go to Kansas?” he grimaced. “What could possibly be there?”

I shrugged. “Corn. Cows. Mud…I have no idea.”

“There has to be something more to it. I mean, it can’t just be farmers who live there.”

“Well, obviously not,” I retorted. “The security company is there, remember?”

“Yeah, but why Kansas? Why not Nevada or California? Wouldn’t that make more sense than the middle of nowhere?”

“Maybe they’re not very good and that’s why they’re in the middle of nowhere. No one else will hire them, so they’re guarding the corn,” I chuckled.

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