Chance Encounters
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"Hey, Carter."
The sound of files hitting the commissary table reverberated through the empty room. Sam started when they landed opposite her, and Jack promptly hid a grin.
"Sir. I thought you'd gone home."
"Oh, you know me and paperwork, Carter. I can't sleep until all those i's are dotted and t's are crossed."
"Sounds just like you, sir."
A forkful of pumpkin pie Jack had brought with him stopped halfway to his mouth. "Sarcasm, Carter?"
He almost missed her reply. Her settling more comfortably into her chair was just what he'd hoped for.
His planned chance encounter had worked.