Chapter 13
Emma was about to head out for the jetport when she spotted John in the bar of the hotel where they were staying. His battered deployment bag was at his feet and a half-empty glass of some amber liquid was before him.
“Mind if I join you, John?”
“Emma! Not at all. I need someone who won’t try to cheer me up.”
“Oh?” She dropped her compact duffel, slid onto a stool, and smiled at the bartender, who’d come to stand before her. “I’ll have whatever the Colonel is having.” She waited until he brought her the drink, then took a cautious sip, but it was simply Scotch and water. “How are you, John?”
“I’m fine.”
“All right. Perhaps I should have asked what’s got you down?”
He met her eyes in the mirror behind the bar. “You mean aside from the fact that they won’t let us go home?”
