Page 69 of SEAL's Spitfire
“Good morning, Spitfire. You look good enough to eat.”
“Umm, I think we went there already.”
“I guess we did,” Rafe said with a chuckle. She loved this side of him, so lighthearted. His chiseled features looked softer somehow.
In the shower, she’d thought about how to bring it up, about her job, their future, but she was also still a little afraid that just because he loved her didn’t mean they both wanted the same thing.
Cuddled against him while sipping her coffee, was like something out of one of her dreams. But it also made her hesitate about bringing up the future.
“What’s wrong? I felt you get tense.”
“Nothing is wrong. I just…”
“Remember, Spitfire, you can tell me anything. I’m yours, you’re mine. It’s how it works.”
Taking his words to heart, she put her mug down on the table. “Remember when you asked me about my job?”
“Yeah.”
“I turned down the promotion. Actually, I quit.” She waited a few seconds to see his response, but he was perfectly still, calm, just waiting for her to continue. “I’m going to write a book about what happened in Afghanistan. I thought I might be able to do it in Norfolk…” Her voice trailed off. He was quiet at first, and her old insecurities crept back in, then he tilted her chin up and she met his eyes.
“Does that mean you’ll move in with me? Or do I have to compete with Chrissy?”
“You. You. Always you. I was praying you’d be okay with this. Chrissy was my backup plan although she didn’t know it. I haven’t told anyone. I wanted to make sure you’d be okay with this first.”
“I’m better than okay. I’m thrilled. I’d been wondering how we were going to make this work with you in DC. I figured we’d be doing a lot of driving back and forth. But are you sure? I know journalism was your dream.”
“It was, but after everything that happened, I realized that it wasn’t what I really wanted, and I will still write. I figure I could get a job on a local paper or start a blog or something.”
“I’ll support whatever you decide. I just hope whatever it is means we can stay together.”
“Always, Rafe. Always.”
Epilogue
The next day, Rafe drove them up to DC to clean out Meghan’s apartment. It was only a little furnished studio, and there wasn’t that much stuff to pack up. Mostly pictures and books. When they were finished, she dropped the keys off with the landlord and then they headed home. Meghan liked the sound of that. Her apartment had never felt like home, just a place to stay on the way to somewhere else. And now she had her somewhere else.
After going back and forth about it, they decided to have a small party on Friday. Rafe invited his team, including Captain Knox, and Meghan invited Chrissy. It would be pizza and beer and give Meghan a chance to thank Rafe’s team for everything they did.
* * *
“Do I look all right?”
“Sweetheart, you’re beautiful.”
“You’re not even looking at me.”
“But you’re always beautiful. Even when you look like a grape.” It was a good thing he ducked or the pillow she’d tossed would have hit him in the face. “Hey, was that necessary?”
“Yes. It was. I’m serious. I’m nervous about meeting your team. I want to make the right impression.”
“You already did.”
“How is that possible?”
“Because you make me happy. That’s enough for them.”
“Dammit, Rafe. I love you.”
