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“Really?” She tilted her head to study me.
“Yeah,” I agreed.
“What’s better?” Moore asked, to my surprise. “Here or there?”
“It’s very different.” I shifted uneasily.
“If you were told you could go back, would you?” Ivy dug deeper into my head.
“Do you still have a bag packed in the closet?” Moore grinned, knowing old habits died hard. “Beckett would go home like the rest of us because we had to, but he always kept his bag in his closet, ready to go again. He couldn’t wait to get back onto Afghan soil. It’s why he’s ranked where he is. He’s a born soldier.”
“Careful.” I sent him a quick warning in Dari, and he put his hands in the air as he realized he might have gone too far.
“What does that mean?” Ivy tried to repeat the word I used.
“It means you’re beautiful.” Moore quickly jumped in.
“Does it also mean you’re full of shit?” she shot back with a smirk and made him laugh as she stood. “I’ll let you two catch up. I’ve got a meeting in a few minutes I can’t miss. I’m pleased to have you here, Moore, and even better, I know this guy’s real happy about it.” She pretended to punch my shoulder.
“Well, I’m happy everyone’s happy.” Moore laughed at her, and Ivy joined in with a chuckle then she gave a little wave and headed toward the house.
“Sorry,” Moore whispered.
“It’s fine.” I watched her bend down and pat Butters on the head as she whisked by him.
“She’s gorgeous, Beckett,” he murmured and drew my attention back to him. “Quite a step up from Demi, I gotta say.”
I rolled my eyes and couldn’t agree more.
“I have to ask, though,” he leaned forward and rested his arms on his thighs, “do you?”
“Do I what?” I kept my eyes on Ivy as she disappeared into the house.
“Do you still have a bag packed?”
“Old habits.” I shrugged.
“Right, but we aren’t going back. So, why do you have it packed?”
“I-I don’t really know. Maybe there’s a part of me that hopes we will go back,” I admitted. I wasn’t sure if that was the whole truth.
“You’d leave her to go back?”
“No, but it’s what I know.”
“You’re a runner, Beckett. You run from things, even things that make you happy.”
“I may have a history of that.” I nodded. “I’ve steered away from relationships, but I’ll have you know,” I pointed my beer at him, “just before you arrived, we put a title on us.”
“Wow, really?” His face stretched in surprise. “That’s big, buddy.”
“Yeah, it is.”
“But you know what’s interesting?”
“What?”
“She can feel your nerves.”
