Chapter 22

"Dinner's ready," Taylor called from the kitchen. She filled two plates and carried them to the dining room table. She set them in front of the seat Joe designated as his, and the chair she always sat in. Returning to the kitchen, she brought in the coffee pot, two bottles of beer, the bread basket, and the salad bowl.

Joe watched her carrying everything in. "How do you do that without spilling everything?" he asked.

"Waited tables and tended bar on weekends," she explained as she set the salad and the coffee pot on the table. "Learned how to make the least amount of trips to the kitchen with the most stuff for the table."

"You amaze me," he said as he reached out to take the beer from her.

"Not so amazing," she said. "Navy pay isn't all that great. Had to find something for the off hours." She took a sip of her beer. "So, can I talk to you about some wedding stuff?"

Joe set down his fork and looked at her. "Babe, I'm not going shopping for dresses with you."

"I'm aware of that. I was just wondering if we could get married at 51?"

"You want to get married at the house?"

She nodded. "The Chief's wedding was perfect… until the fire broke out. If everyone is at the house, they can all come to the wedding."

She noticed he was going into thinking mode. When he thought things over, he seemed to shut out the world while he was considering things. She waited him out.

"You really want to get married at 51 and not at St. Ignatius?"

"I do."

"I'll talk to the Chief."

"Thanks, Honey." She stood up and leaned over, giving his cheek a kiss. "You're too good to me."

"It's your day, Babe. You should have whatever you want."

"All I want is you standing there waiting for me at the end of the carpet."

"I'll be there. I've waited way too long for that day. I don't want to wait any longer than I have to." He looked up at her. "I never wanted to marry anyone but you, Tay. When you left, it damn near tore me apart."

"It did tear me apart. I was so stupid. I should have just trusted you."

"You trust me now?"

"With my life."

He took her hand and brought it up to his lips. "Thank you."