He hadn’t seen his mom in months and he’d rather spend time with her than hang out in a bar with people he hardly knew. But she insisted that he stay and have fun. Hanging out in a noisy bar was at the bottom of his list of fun and she knew it, but he suspected she wanted some time alone with the Colonel. Will sipped his bottle of beer, hoping the cold liquid would settle his nerves. The overwhelming anxiousness that plagued him as a child every time his father came home had carried over to adulthood, even though Will told himself time and time again that he wasn’t the scared little boy he used to be. It was different now. If only he believed it. “God, I’ve missed all of this.” James placed another beer in front of Will and slid into the seat next to him. Will chuckled. “This was always your element.” “The lack of ladies is a serious drawback to our career, dude.” Smirking, Will leaned back in his chair. “No argument there.” James’s smile faded. “We have to talk.”
