take care of business at EROMI. Iâll deal with it on this end⦠Yes⦠Goodbye.â
Aaron heard the beep signaling the end of the call and waited, holding his breath. He could tell his father was seething quietly in his leather desk chair. Only when Aaron heard the violent thump of his fatherâs clenched fist on the desk and the creak of the chair as Dad stood and strode out of the room, did he exhale and begin to breathe again.
EROMI. He had heard of that before. It was in his new commission orders. Heâd be posted there as a military intelligence liaison â the project he was going to be overseeing. Okay. But if thatâs the case, why was his dad getting those calls? They should be for Aaron. He began working back through his memory of the contents of his fatherâs side of the conversation. Something about an observation of a replacement. Surely Dad would fill him in later. It was his assignment, after all. The conversation was haunting him though; heâd have to do some reconnaissance work, but he was good at that. He turned to go back through the office, but jumped when he heard his momâs voice floating to him through the portico.
âAaron! There you are!â She was pacing toward him rapidly with someone in tow. âIâve been scouring the house for you! Look who just arrived?â She stepped out onto the deck, dragging her guest with her.
âTricia,â Aaron sighed. His mother shot him a stern look, and he tempered his tone with a forced smile. âSo nice to see you.â
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âIâm sorry, she insisted I see you. I didnât have the heart to refuse her,â Tricia explained. Aaronâs mother had quickly excused herself to return to the party, leaving the two of them alone on the deck.
âWell, she is certifiably insane. Youâre safer just doing what she says,â Aaron joked. He had no desire to be stuck in this conversation. Whatever his motherâs obsession with the two of them somehow ending up together, it was never going to happen. Heâd explained this to her in seven different ways; she simply wouldnât accept it.
âI know we donât owe each other anything, but I might as well tell you, Iâm seeing someone.â
âIf youâda told her that, sheâdâve let you off the hook.â
âAre you kidding me? I did! She told me that until I say my vows, thereâs still reason to hope.â
Aaron laughed. âYeah, that sounds like Mom. Sorry about that.â
âNo big deal. Actually, itâs ironicâ¦â Tricia smiled dreamily and turned to look out at the garden.
When it seemed she wasnât going to complete the thought, Aaron became curious.
âWhatâs ironic?â he prompted.
âI donât know if I should tell.â
âOh, come on! You donât say something like that unless youâre dying to tell,â Aaron coaxed teasingly.
âI suppose not.â She grinned.
It was evident from the pink in her cheeks, Tricia was too embarrassed to explain what she meant. Aaron decided not to push her. They used to be close friends before he joined the military. People always assumed they would transition into something more, but it was never Aaronâs intention. Whether or not Tricia had had other plans, he couldnât say. But who knows how women think? At any rate, he knew her well enough to know when to stop going after what she had decided was a secret.
The silence could have easily waxed awkward, but it was interrupted by the unmistakable sound of Bobby rustling in the bushes right in front of them. He always thought he was so sneaky. Then, of course, he jumped suddenly up through the shrubs in front of them with a roar, just like he had done to them a thousand times before, back in the old house when they were teenagers.
Bobby hopped over the rail and plopped himself right between Aaron and Tricia.
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