Page 34 of Luck Be Mine
“Okay. Yes, I’m interested. I will talk to Elizabeth, but I won’t answer until Hunt has been briefed and is okay with it.”
He stood and wiggled his fingers at her. “What’s not to like. You won’t be running missions. You’re home support.”
She leveraged out of the chair and laughed all the while getting hugged again. “You are a menace, Daniels.”
“What I am is thrilled to have the incomparable Lucky Charm agreeing to work for QM International. Thank you.” Quaid’s grin triggered her own.
“Need any help here?”
“No, we’ve got this covered.”
“Don’t get too tired.” Quaid squeezed her hand and let her go. “Call me when you get an answer from Hunter.”
“Yes, I will.”
“What I want to hear.” The door closed behind him and she had no doubt he was skipping down the steps. She wanted to skip, too. They’d handed her a lifeline. How could she not take it?
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◊ Homecoming – Part II: New Apartment ◊
Hunt drove through the apartment parking lot searching for an empty slot. The morning rain had pushed many to stay home. The CDC recommending a shutdown had done the rest. He’d had to argue his request with Scott who was determined to keep teams on base to control exposure. Except they’d come in from the Persian Gulf five days ago and nobody was sick.
If they hadn’t moved apartments, he would have kept with phone conversations, but March had disappeared in a rush of days grinding to a halt at the quarantine. Cait was barely coping with the move, and her household goods arrived prior to everything closing.
A car pulled out. With no guilt, he swooped in and took the spot.
Engine off, he grabbed his phone and texted Cait.
Incoming.
What?
Home. Coming in.
He grinned at the string of emojis she sent in reply and slid out of his truck. Grabbing his bag, he walked in the direction of the apartment. Honestly, he’d only been to the space once. Where the hell was it?
An apartment door opened a few paces from him, and Cait was there. Her blonde hair was pulled back exposing the scar at her temple. The flush to her face gave her color and accentuated the sparkle in her eyes. Her grin was priceless. With gray shorts and still in his Navy T-shirt, she sent a rush through him, and he couldn’t wait to get his arms around her.
He lengthened his stride and got to her as she got tired of waiting and limped from the doorway to the sidewalk.
“Hunt!” She launched into his arms with her one good arm around his neck.
He pulled her close and held on. “Hey. How’s my girl?” She kissed his neck and all restraint dropped. He lifted her off her feet, took quick strides into the apartment, and kicked the door shut.
Breathless, she grinned at him. “You should have called?”
“Nope, it would have ruined the surprise.” He didn’t want to talk. He wanted to hold, kiss, and love her. Ignoring the boxes that filled all the space, he dropped his bag and lost his sanity when she wrapped her legs around his waist.
“Welcome home.” She kissed him first. Heat raced through him, and he marveled at the softness of her breasts against his chest. He met her demand for demand, remembering the kissing they’d used to satisfy themselves while she’d been hurt. The softness, the wet, the heat.
A punch to the gut followed when she slid her tongue against his and took him into inferno. “Bed?” His strangled words matched his desperation.
She lifted her arm, confident he was holding her, and pointed to the bedroom. “Please,” she murmured against his lips.
His heartbeat pounded in a rapid cadence affecting every pulse point in his body. He made himself pull away. “You’re okay for this?”
“Squeezed in a doctor’s appointment between the chaos. We’re good. I’m good. So please?”
