Wesley turned to Rabb and Bud who were holding their own bags. "Come on,
I'll show you to your rooms, then you can freshen up for dinner." Wes
opened the front door and held the screen door open. "Ladies first."
"Thank you, Wes. You're such a polite little thing." She smiled.
"Sir Ma'am. I mean, Sarah. My mother taught me well." He smiled and winked at her.
"Looks like the Major has herself a fan." Bud whispered to Harm as he entered the house. "And she doesn't seem to mind. Harm just stood there a few minutes thinking off what Bud had just said then went inside. This was going to be an interesting mission.
One Hour Later
"Dinner's ready." Wes yelled up the stairs. He walked over to the dinning table that was set with his ex-wife's good china. "Wine glasses. forgot the wine glasses."
Bud was first to enter the dinning room. "Nice setup."
"You like?" Wesley said coming back with the four wine glasses.
"Oh yeah, it's nice."
"All stuff from the wedding." Wes smiled and placed the wine glasses on the table.
"You're married?" Bud asked as Harm and Mac entered.
"Divorced."
"What happened? If you don't mind me asking, Wesley.?"
"Call me Wes, Commander." Wes cleared his throat. "I came home for sea duty and found a letter. 'I'm leaving you. Took the dog, he's all I want. Papers are in the mail.' And that was that."
"Sorry to hear that Wes."
"Don't be. I'm not." Wes shrugged and grinned. "She was in love with the uniform."
"Know how that goes." Harm reply with a sad smile.
"Well. shall we eat?" Wes rubbed his hands together. "I almost forget something. Be right back. Sit. And, yeah. be back."
Harm, Bud, and Mac find themselves seats at the table. A few seconds later Wes appeared holding two bottles and set them down on the table. "I've got a bottle of Clover Hill wine and Welch's sparkling grape juice. I probably need to get to the store."
Wes pulled out his chair and sat down next to Bud. "Is the wine any good?" Bud asked.
"I really wouldn't know. I don't drink anymore. I just picked up whatever had the coolest looking bottle."
"Interesting method." Harm noted.
"Yeah, it seems to work most of the time. Well, except for that one time. And it really wasn't my fault." Wes's voice trailed off. "You'll let me know what you think, right."
"Of course." Bud and Harm answered.
"None for you Sarah?" Wes asked.
"I don't drink anymore either." Mac answered.
"That's cool. The grape juice is probably going to taste better anyway." He smiled.
"Thank you, Wes. You're such a polite little thing." She smiled.
"Sir Ma'am. I mean, Sarah. My mother taught me well." He smiled and winked at her.
"Looks like the Major has herself a fan." Bud whispered to Harm as he entered the house. "And she doesn't seem to mind. Harm just stood there a few minutes thinking off what Bud had just said then went inside. This was going to be an interesting mission.
One Hour Later
"Dinner's ready." Wes yelled up the stairs. He walked over to the dinning table that was set with his ex-wife's good china. "Wine glasses. forgot the wine glasses."
Bud was first to enter the dinning room. "Nice setup."
"You like?" Wesley said coming back with the four wine glasses.
"Oh yeah, it's nice."
"All stuff from the wedding." Wes smiled and placed the wine glasses on the table.
"You're married?" Bud asked as Harm and Mac entered.
"Divorced."
"What happened? If you don't mind me asking, Wesley.?"
"Call me Wes, Commander." Wes cleared his throat. "I came home for sea duty and found a letter. 'I'm leaving you. Took the dog, he's all I want. Papers are in the mail.' And that was that."
"Sorry to hear that Wes."
"Don't be. I'm not." Wes shrugged and grinned. "She was in love with the uniform."
"Know how that goes." Harm reply with a sad smile.
"Well. shall we eat?" Wes rubbed his hands together. "I almost forget something. Be right back. Sit. And, yeah. be back."
Harm, Bud, and Mac find themselves seats at the table. A few seconds later Wes appeared holding two bottles and set them down on the table. "I've got a bottle of Clover Hill wine and Welch's sparkling grape juice. I probably need to get to the store."
Wes pulled out his chair and sat down next to Bud. "Is the wine any good?" Bud asked.
"I really wouldn't know. I don't drink anymore. I just picked up whatever had the coolest looking bottle."
"Interesting method." Harm noted.
"Yeah, it seems to work most of the time. Well, except for that one time. And it really wasn't my fault." Wes's voice trailed off. "You'll let me know what you think, right."
"Of course." Bud and Harm answered.
"None for you Sarah?" Wes asked.
"I don't drink anymore either." Mac answered.
"That's cool. The grape juice is probably going to taste better anyway." He smiled.
