Ryan POV
I lift my foot up onto the small ottoman in front of my couch. The pain is so much better now, but I'm not sure if that's because I doubled up on my pain meds or because I washed them down with a six-pack of beer. Pizza for lunch turned into pizza and movie and now it's beer and Chinese take-out. The sun went down hours ago and Ana is still here. She's made herself at home and for some reason that makes me happier than I've been since I got here.
"So what now?" she asks from beside me. Her long legs are tucked up underneath her as she sits, turned towards me. Her eyes are a bit glossy from the three beers she's had, but she's way too cerebral right now to be drunk.
"You mean now that I'm not in the Marines?" The movie shut off two hours ago and we've been entertaining each othe
