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“And this is why we can’t take you two out in public,” Brody added, taking a sip of his beer.
“Come on, man. Don’t tell me ‘happy married’ Brody has worn off,” Travis joked.
“Yeah, happy Brody was halfway decent,” Zach added.
Brody glared at them as he grabbed a chicken wing from the basket in the middle of the table and took a bite.
“So, I guess this means you’re staying in town,” Travis said as he reached for a wing.
“Who, me? Yeah, I mean Dyllan and I hadn’t really talked about it, but I’m not in a hurry to go back to Vancouver,” Skylar said, taking a chip from the plate of nachos.
“That’s great, but I mean Thompson,” Travis answered, taking a bite of the wing.
“What?” Blood rushed to Skylar’s face as she turned to her husband. “What is he talking about? Where are you going?”
“Smooth, Langston,” Brody said, throwing the bones into an empty basket on the table.
“This is why we can’t tell you things, Travis,” Zach added, shaking his head.
“Can someone please answer me? Where is Dyllan supposed to be going?” Skylar’s voice raised as she stared at her husband.
“I’m not going anywhere. Not right now anyway,” Dyllan added, not looking at her as he shot daggers at Travis across the table.
“Then what is he talking about?” Her voice was seething as she continued on. Her pulse rang in her ears, and bile rose in her throat.
“I think we should talk about this outside,” Dyllan stood, towering over Skylar.
“Yes, I think we should,” Skylar stood suddenly, her chair screeching across the wooden floor.
“You guys can use my office,” Zach said wearily as he watched from the table.
“Perfect,” Skylar seethed, not taking her eyes off Dyllan.
“Let’s go,” Dyllan countered, holding his arm out in front of him, letting her lead the way.
“Pig-headed, arrogant jerk,” Skylar mumbled under her breath as she made her way to the back of the tasting room.
“I heard that, and you’ll pay for that later, wife,” Dyllan said in her ear as he plastered himself against her back.
“Aargh,” Skylar stomped as she walked down the hall. She didn’t know where she was going, but she assumed Zach’s office was somewhere in the general area. She didn’t have time to think when Dyllan grabbed her hand and pulled her into a room and shut the door.
Pushing her up against the door, he crowded her, arms on either side of her head as he looked down at her. “What’s your problem?”
“My problem? Oh, I don’t know; how about the fact I just found out that you're still planning on leaving and I had no idea?” Skylar didn’t hold back the bite in her tone as she spoke.
“I didn’t tell you because there isn’t anything to tell, babydoll. I was thinking about doing something, but now I’m not really. End of story.” His deep brown eyes burrowed into hers as he hovered over her. His lips were a breath away, but she didn’t dare close the distance.
“What were you thinking of going?” Her voice lowered as she looked between his eyes and his lips. She hated that her body flared up anytime he was around, no matter the circumstance. Frantic feelings of anger, heartbrokenness, and frustration all swirled through her body, but all she felt was this overwhelming burning lust that won out. His natural campfire smokiness enveloped her like a hug, calming her and drawing her closer to him.
“Iraq.”
His words were like a bucket of ice poured over her. “What? Iraq? Why?”
Dyllan dropped his head to his chest, grazing her cheek as it went. “A buddy from the army sent me a job posting for a private security company that’s hiring.”
“And you’re thinking of going?” Frozen in place with her hands beside her plastered to the door, she was afraid to move. Afraid to break them out of this moment. Afraid the truth would break her.
“I don’t know,” he whispered.
