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stocked, mostly with fruits, vegetables, and salad as far as Ryan could tell without digging. Where the hell was the bacon? He flicked a glance at the grinder next to the coffee pot and decided he deserved to have someone else care for him in his weakened state. He might not know Ty as well as Cliff did, but the man was a damned fine cook and there was sure to be coffee. Maybe there d be leftover chicken wings from last night s party, too. Pushing his way outside, Ryan squinted in the bright sunlight. He absently reached for the sunglasses normally hanging from his collar only to remember they were clipped to the sun visor in his Jeep. Circling back around, he retrieved his dark aviator-style glasses and slipped them on. The second Jeep that had been in front of their casita yesterday was gone. Huh. Where the hell did Cliff go that he needed to drive? Didn t cowboys ride horses? His gaze flicked to the three Gator ATVs lined up outside the barn, giving lie to that stereotype. Remembering at the last second to not shake his head and disturb the fragile well-being attained in the shower, Ryan headed for the main house. As he walked across the hard-packed dirt, he slowed his steps while he debated the merits of a front door versus back door just-dropping-in visit. Since he was clearly intent on food and coffee, it seemed the kitchen was the easier target. Just as he veered in that direction, the door swung inward and Ty waved him over. The man stood in the door in stocking feet, worn blue jeans, and a T-shirt& obviously he d gotten the same memo about the uniforms. You look like shit, he said as Ryan made his way inside. Yeah, thanks. Feel like it too. Any chance of some coffee? And I don t suppose you could whip up a couple of one-eyed jacks? Ty laughed. Don t suppose, huh? He pointed to the bench just inside the door. Put your shoes there, then come on in. We ll see what we can find. While Ryan sat to remove his boots, Ty headed into the kitchen, followed by the sound of clanging pots. Ryan sauntered inside and took a good look around the industrialized home kitchen. The counters were all business stainless steel, the appliances restaurant grade, the organization and cleanliness totally Ty s Navy background. Grab yourself a cup of coffee. The urn in the dining room has standard grade, this pot here he pointed to a small coffee maker on the counter will put hair on your chest. Ryan stretched the collar of his shirt and peered down at his chest. Too late, he mumbled. He crossed to the kitchen pot and poured the thick hot brew into his cup, then blew impatiently across the surface before cautiously taking the first sip. Ahhhh, he moaned. I might just live to fight another day. Ty s mouth quirked up on one side. One of the best things about returning from a mission, he said, his voice laced with laughter. That and a& Their gazes met at the old joke. Shower, they finished in unison. Give me a couple of minutes& Ty strode to the freezer and removed three frozen hamburger patties. They sizzled when he dropped them on the hot grill before he returned to the refrigerator for three eggs. Cheese? Oh god, yes please, Ryan said with a little whimper for effect. Ten minutes later, Ty put a plate in front of him with three sliders, each burger topped with a fried egg and a thick slice of cheese. Ryan squeezed some ketchup onto his plate, used it to dip the edge of the bun before taking his first bite. His eyes closed in ecstasy. Ohmyfgdn, he mumbled around the mouthful of food. Ty refilled their coffee cups then leaned against the counter to watch Ryan wolf down his burgers. When Ryan had cleaned his plate and tossed down the napkin in a show of victory over the monstrous pile of food, he looked up at Ty. Thanks, man. That might have been the best I ve had to eat& well, other than last night but I can t tell you the last time I had a one-eyed jack. Haven t made em since I was in& He took a swallow of coffee as his gaze drifted to the kitchen window. Afghanistan, he finished softly. Yeah& fucking sucks, Ryan said. He pushed to his feet and brought his plate around to the sink, but in truth, Ty s comments set off a chain reaction of feelings too big to hold while sitting in one place. Ty had received a medical discharge after sustaining injuries& but his reputation among the SEALs he d served with was solid. The dude was a stone cold killer who could cook. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |
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