Page 40 of Luck Be Mine
He shifted his container aside and pulled out the contents. “Who is Elizabeth Greer? Why does she sound familiar?”
“She planned our wedding. She’s Quaid’s aunt, and serves as their chief financial officer.”
“I remember her. Blonde, slender, killer blue eyes, lost her son in Afghanistan.”
“Yes. That’s her.”
He skimmed the CMO job description, studying the details. They’d been thorough. He flipped the page. Salary stood out and he swallowed hard. He glanced at Cait. “You studied this, right?”
“Yes.”
“That’s…” Hunt cleared his throat. Together they would hit a new tax bracket. Christ.
“They really want me. They get what challenges I have, and they’re willing to back me up.”
“Why?”
“Because they know me. Because they want my military background. Because they want to help me recover. Because it’s a perk they can offer to get the best of the best on their payroll.”
Cait shoved her food away. “Are you bothered I’ll be making more?”
Hunt snorted. “No. I don’t care. The bills are paid, and we both manage well. What about surgery?”
“They’ll work with me. Give me the time I need, when and if retraining becomes possible.”
“It will. Can you manage both?”
“For now. Yes.”
“Seems like Quaid has it all answered.”
“Not Quaid. Elizabeth.”
He glanced over to the island. “What’s the other packet there?”
“My separation papers. I haven’t opened it yet.”
“Why?”
“Busy and couldn’t find the scissors.” She kept her eyes on the china cupboard. Another flash of guilt and sorrow pushed through his emotional control. The sacrifice of her military career for his would never sit right.
He took out his knife and slit the end of the package with care not to cut anything inside. “There’s your paperwork.”
She waved her numb hand at him. “Pull the papers out for me.”
He raised a brow. “Changing your mind?”
She didn’t answer right away.
“Cait?”
She sighed. “Nope, not doing that. This makes it real, though.”
Hunt held his own thoughts and took the paperwork from the envelope. Several other pieces of paper and a letter fell out. “Do you want to deal with this now?”
She twisted her lips. “The decision isn’t any different. I love the Army, but my injuries and you matter more. So, yes.”
He took his knife, slit open the letter, and sorted the other info into a pile. “You should have a rep helping you with this.”
