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Authors: Kate Shepherd
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twelve hours. Waffles had been the perfect way to bring things away from pent-up desire and more toward casual conversation. I had started to draw Trevor in from the moment that we sat down and made our orders.
“So, it’s cool that we could get away from the action and noise of the casino where we could do a little talking, huh?” I started in. I decided that I might as well let him know that I wanted to have a conversation from the outset.
“I suppose,” he replied. “We could have talked over a steak and a glass of wine.”
“Too much like a date,” I replied with a smile.
“You don’t like dates?”
“I didn’t say that. I just didn’t want to have a date with you.”
I watched a little bit of disappointment mixed with confusion register on his face. “Okay, you don’t want to date me. I guess that you and Bulldog are pretty tight, then?”
“Yeah, right,” I laughed. “He’s probably banging three groupies as we speak.”
“Seriously?”
“Do you really think that he’s faithful?”
“You two seemed to get along pretty well,” he replied.
“So did you two,” I said, leaving a little bit of a hint in tone of my voice. Would he bite? That all depended on how strong the bond between them was.
“Yeah,” he grinned. “I know what you mean.”
“So, tell me about you and Bulldog meeting in Baghdad.” It was a shift in the conversation, but I hoped that I had planted the seed that would make him talk about the negative side of their friendship.
“There isn’t a lot to tell, really,” he started off with a shrug. “I was called in to dispose of an IED in the sector where Bulldog’s detachment was assigned to patrol. I took care of it and afterward, Bulldog and I got to talking. While we were standing there shootin’ the breeze, somebody rode by on one of those rice-burner motorcycles and I made a comment about it. That’s when we discovered that we were both Harley lovers. From that point on, we had some drinks together and got to talking more about bikes. He was set to take his out, but I still had about a year and a half to do. He told me to look him up when I got out. We kept in touch and I did as he suggested.”
“So, you guys aren’t really close?” I asked. I was pretty sure that I was leading our conversation in the right direction. He definitely wasn’t using words like how “tight” they had become, “best buds,” or anything that might indicate that there was anything more than a professional relationship and a love of Harleys. Getting between them might not be as hard as I thought. “More of a working relationship, then?”
“You could say that,” he replied. “When I looked him up after I got back to the States, I went to work doing what I’m doing. It’s grown into more than I had originally expected it to be.”
“Your friendship?” I asked.
Our order arrived at about the worst possible moment. I was pretty sure that I had him about to spill the things that I was hoping to get out of him. Though I was starved and eager to dig into the bacon, sausage and waffles, I wasn’t sure if I could draw him back to where he had left off. To my surprise, a few bites later, I didn’t have to. He continued on his own. Bacon and waffles are just a great way to get people to talk.
“Not the friendship,” he replied after swallowing. “The friendship, if you could really call it that, is more of a professional relationship, but he’s hardly my friend. I shouldn’t say that, I guess. We aren’t necessarily at odds with each other, but, well, I probably shouldn’t talk bad about him in front of you…”
I put my hand over my mouth to hold back a laugh that might have sprayed waffles across the table. When I swallowed, I let the laugh come on out. “I’m really just a booty call to him. I can probably tell you more bad things about him than you can tell me.” That little show, though it was more acting than it was truth, was exactly what I needed to
“So, it’s cool that we could get away from the action and noise of the casino where we could do a little talking, huh?” I started in. I decided that I might as well let him know that I wanted to have a conversation from the outset.
“I suppose,” he replied. “We could have talked over a steak and a glass of wine.”
“Too much like a date,” I replied with a smile.
“You don’t like dates?”
“I didn’t say that. I just didn’t want to have a date with you.”
I watched a little bit of disappointment mixed with confusion register on his face. “Okay, you don’t want to date me. I guess that you and Bulldog are pretty tight, then?”
“Yeah, right,” I laughed. “He’s probably banging three groupies as we speak.”
“Seriously?”
“Do you really think that he’s faithful?”
“You two seemed to get along pretty well,” he replied.
“So did you two,” I said, leaving a little bit of a hint in tone of my voice. Would he bite? That all depended on how strong the bond between them was.
“Yeah,” he grinned. “I know what you mean.”
“So, tell me about you and Bulldog meeting in Baghdad.” It was a shift in the conversation, but I hoped that I had planted the seed that would make him talk about the negative side of their friendship.
“There isn’t a lot to tell, really,” he started off with a shrug. “I was called in to dispose of an IED in the sector where Bulldog’s detachment was assigned to patrol. I took care of it and afterward, Bulldog and I got to talking. While we were standing there shootin’ the breeze, somebody rode by on one of those rice-burner motorcycles and I made a comment about it. That’s when we discovered that we were both Harley lovers. From that point on, we had some drinks together and got to talking more about bikes. He was set to take his out, but I still had about a year and a half to do. He told me to look him up when I got out. We kept in touch and I did as he suggested.”
“So, you guys aren’t really close?” I asked. I was pretty sure that I was leading our conversation in the right direction. He definitely wasn’t using words like how “tight” they had become, “best buds,” or anything that might indicate that there was anything more than a professional relationship and a love of Harleys. Getting between them might not be as hard as I thought. “More of a working relationship, then?”
“You could say that,” he replied. “When I looked him up after I got back to the States, I went to work doing what I’m doing. It’s grown into more than I had originally expected it to be.”
“Your friendship?” I asked.
Our order arrived at about the worst possible moment. I was pretty sure that I had him about to spill the things that I was hoping to get out of him. Though I was starved and eager to dig into the bacon, sausage and waffles, I wasn’t sure if I could draw him back to where he had left off. To my surprise, a few bites later, I didn’t have to. He continued on his own. Bacon and waffles are just a great way to get people to talk.
“Not the friendship,” he replied after swallowing. “The friendship, if you could really call it that, is more of a professional relationship, but he’s hardly my friend. I shouldn’t say that, I guess. We aren’t necessarily at odds with each other, but, well, I probably shouldn’t talk bad about him in front of you…”
I put my hand over my mouth to hold back a laugh that might have sprayed waffles across the table. When I swallowed, I let the laugh come on out. “I’m really just a booty call to him. I can probably tell you more bad things about him than you can tell me.” That little show, though it was more acting than it was truth, was exactly what I needed to
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