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Cait kissed him and then ran a hand over his cheek. He’d finally shared a bit tonight, let down the wall if only for a minute. Even though it settled nothing, she’d celebrate that little bitof victory. Having the conversation confirmed the job was the stressor. No surprise. She was still so proud of him she couldn’t bear to complain anymore.
“I hear my girl has a birthday coming.”
She put a hand over his mouth. “Shhh. You’ll jinx it. Your phone will go off.”
He pulled her hand away and thoroughly kissed her. “How about a birthday date early? Just us.”
“My birthday isn’t until November first.” She a sigh escape. “You mean like now? Before Halloween? Like in an actual date? We haven’t dated much.”
“We should, and yes, now. We wait around and the Navy will screw us.”
“If I hadn’t almost got blown to pieces, would we have dated?”
“Probably, with sex.”
“What kind of date?”
“I’ll figure it out. I’m adaptable.”
“Casual or dressy?”
“Casual. Tomorrow night? I’ll be home early.” He must have caught her look. “I promise.”
“Yes. With or without phones?”
“Can’t do without phones – for either of us. Let’s not violate who we are. Let’s build around it.”
“Good call, Hunter. It’s a date.”
Hunt grinned, kissed her hard, then lingered to taste. “Dinner ready?”
“Yes, I slaved over this meal.” She wrapped her legs around him and held on while he stood and made for the house. “It’s in the refrigerator and needs to be warmed.”
“Yum.”
“I met a man a few days ago at the hospital. I want to tell you about him.” Cait held the screen while Hunt shifted past it andcarried her in the house. The screen door snapped closed behind them.
“This man would be?”
“His name is Sergeant Marcus Delaney. He’s an Army veteran. I’m going to help him.”
“Tell me while I eat dinner.”
Chapter Fourteen
◊ Closet Mysteries and Truths ◊
Hunt usually wore jeans when in civilian clothes. But he’d told Cait casual, and she’d taken a red print sundress to work with her. So, jeans were out. He stared at the bed where two choices lay.
Khaki or navy slacks.
He had two pairs of dress pants, and neither were uniform castoffs. He stared at his closet, searching his memory for why he’d bought these. Trying to be normal or for an occasion? He couldn’t recall. If he wasn’t in work mode, his memory was blank. The khaki pair had sale tags which meant he’d never worn them.
“Jesus, Hunter, pick one. I’m going with Cait, not some woman I’ve just met.”
He checked the navy slacks for sale tags. Finding none, he slid into them. The fit was perfect, and he had no memory of wearing these either. Zipping the pants, he stared at the closet. “Man, you are slow.”
He opened the closet door wider and found a small section of long sleeve and short sleeve shirts heknewhe’d never shopped for. They were parked right next to where he’d found the slacks.
