Chapter 28
“So this is it?”
For parting number two, I wasn’t sneaking off base like a thief in the night, afraid to meet my long-time partner’s eyes. Instead, our paths diverged as we reached the sidewalk lining the front of his apartment building.
Stooge was in uniform, heading in to work. I was in borrowed jeans, scuffed and worn but fitting considerably better than the pair I’d snagged from the thrift store a couple of days earlier. They smelled a heck of a lot better too.
“I’ll be in touch,” I promised. Then, plucking at the sleeve of my t-shirt. “After all, I’ve gotta return these.”
In response, Stooge’s face twisted into his characteristic smirk, but the expression didn’t quite reach his eyes. After all, he and I both knew our relationship would never be quite the same after thi
