Page 21 of A Spark of Luck
“Yes.”
“In a stalking way, or a ‘I want to go see her’ way?”
Hunt tipped his head in disgust. “In a ‘I want to go see her’ way.”
“Talked to her?”
“No, not yet.”
“Chicken?”
Hunt sighed. “No. Yes. Maybe.” He shredded his napkin and tossed it away.
Doogie shifted to serious. “Maybe you better tell me what happened.”
Hunt cleared his throat. “We might have had a uh…moment after I got hurt.”
He slapped the table. “I owe myself twenty bucks.”
Maisy strolled up to the table and dropped Doogie’s plates and Hunt’s coffee. “Anything else?”
“No, this looks great.” Doogie used his charming smile and made Maisy giggle as she walked away.
Hunt shook his head. “That. I need to know how to do that.”
“What?”
“Charm because she’s going to be pissed at me. Hell, I would be. I got paged and walked out right after… you know.” Holy Mary and her little lamb. He was a hardened warrior. Why couldn’t he say they’d had sex.
“And we never went back for you to look her up, and now she’s home. Well, we’re two steps ahead. You’re talking to me about her, and you want to find her.”
Hunt turned to watch the street, rapidly sorting through his feelings. “Yeah, I do. I need to.”
“Sex must have been good.”
“It wasn’t the sex. It was her.”
Doogie dropped the fork he’d picked up. “You’re really serious. You haven’t talked about her at all.”
“I had some things to straighten out in my head first.”
“Man, you never straighten out your head when it comes to a woman. That’s not the way it works.”
“Oh, so you mean I’m going to have to stay confused like I have been.”
“No, it means you finally get out of your own way and act on what you feel not what you think.”
“Well, heck, Doog, why didn’t you tell me that months ago?”
Doogie took a bite of his pie before cutting his chicken fried steak. “You didn’t ask me.”
“Jerk.”
“Ass.”
“Buy a plane ticket Hunt and go. Nothing risked, nothing changes. Do it while we’re in a lull.”
“We’re never in a lull.”
