Chapter Seven
Aaron
“Aaron. What’s gotten into you lately? You’re acting different.” Captain Freeman winked. “And that’s not a bad thing. I’m just not used to seeing you smile so much.”
I felt my cheeks burning, and a grin spread across my face. “Nothing, sir. Just um, happy I guess.” I pulled a gray hoodie out of my locker and put it on. Captain Freeman was right. There was a pep in my step that hadn’t been there before. I knew why, but wasn’t about to let him know.
“Me and the wife are having a cookout in a couple of weeks. You rarely hang out with any of us here at the station. Consider this an invitation.” Captain Freeman turned to leave the locker room, then swung back around, and said, “Oh, and bring whoever you like.” After the door shut behind him, I sat on the wooden bench in
