Fifteen
That Thursday morning it was cool out. I sat at the table we have on the back patio. The sun was just turning the sky a light blue. I had a book with me. My hair was still wet from the shower. I only ever toweled it off. It didn’t take that long to dry since I only let it grow a little longer than the Navy required. Probably just out of spite. The travel mug of coffee I had was half gone when Annabel stepped out to say good morning.
“How did you sleep,” she asked.
“Pretty good, but then again look who I sleep next to. Knowing you were there all night always helps.”
She smiled and gave me a kiss on the cheek. She touched my face as she sat next to me. She brought a mug and her iPad.
“I almost wish you would leave the office and just start working out of the one here. It’s nice
