Henley

I stood in the galley kitchen, holding the plate when I was finished, not wanting to take Ezra away from his work.

He turned around and jumped, his eyes wide. “Oh! you scared me!”

I laughed. “Oh? I scared the big, bad military man?” I teased, handing him my plate.

“Hey! Having been in the military doesn’t mean that I don’t scare easily.” He arched an eyebrow. “Ready to go?”

I nodded. “I’ll wait for you in the ...