From his post in the kitchen prepping burgers for the grill, Brax decided it was a good thing the house had come furnished. They’d only moved in three days ago, and though they’d all sent for the rest of their things, none of them had that much, considering they’d been actively deployed for the bulk of their military careers. Even in the year and change since they’d separated, they hadn’t accumulated much stuff. If Porter hadn’t been willing to cut them a deal with a longer-term lease on one of his vacation rentals, their party guests would’ve been stuck with bringing their own seats. As it was, there still wasn’t enough seating. Not that anybody seemed to mind.
People milled about in clusters, noshing on the array of chips, dips, and appetizers that filled up the kitchen table, pot-luck
