“Yeah.” Cary nodded. “Yeah.”
“From Virginia?” Shiloh was pointing for some reason.
“From San Diego, actually.”
“Oh.” Shiloh moved her hand to point in the other direction.
“You were right the first time,” Cary said, moving her wrist back.
She laughed, embarrassed. “North, south...”
Cary was laughing, too, a little bit. “East, west.”
“Right, right.”
“Iwasin Virginia,” he said. “But I got stationed in San Diego two years ago.”
“I thought maybe you were on a boat somewhere...”
“I do work on a ship,” he said.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He nodded again. He was still kind of laughing. “But I live in an apartment.”
“So, like, your office is on a ship?”
“Yeah.”
Shiloh was still kind of laughing, too. Even though nothing was funny and everything was awkward. “I don’t have any idea how the Navy works,” she admitted.
“That’s okay,” he said. “Why would you?”
Yeah. Why would Shiloh know how Cary spent his days and nights? Or where he’d been? What he did, how he felt... “Well, I do pay your salary,” she said. “So I should really be better informed.”
“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that...”
Shiloh huffed out a laugh. “Have you.”
He was smiling right into her eyes. Shiloh had heels on, so she was a little taller than him. “Mikey says you’re still in Omaha,” Cary said.
She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “I am.”
“He said you’re in theater.”
“I’m not in theater,” she said quickly. “I work at the children’s theater.”
“That’sintheater.”
“It’s mostly administration.”
“It sounds interesting.”
“It’s...” Shiloh was shaking her head. “Very nonprofit.”
“And you have kids. I mean, your own.”
“I do,” she said. “Two. A girl and a boy.”
