Chapters 1-7        Chapters 8-14       Chapters 15-21      Chapter 22-28       Chapter 29-35       Chapter 36-40 Title: What Now Chapter 8  Doctor’s office Bethesda Hospital They had been waiting around twenty minutes when a nurse standing at the door with a clipboard in hand called Mac’s name.  Before Mac could stand up, Harm squeezed her hand tightly.  “Sure you want me?” Smiling, “Sure.” Mac nodded biting her lower lip.  Harm wasn’t convinced Mac was all that sure, but as long as she had a death grip on his hand, he would most likely follow her anywhere. “How are you feeling today, Colonel?” The young nurse asked, opening the door to the exam room. “Better, thank you.” “Good, if you’ll change into one of the gowns from the shelf, I’ll be back in a minute to take a few readings and then the Dr will come and see you.” The nurse smiled briefly at Mac and Harm then closed the door behind her. Looking around the small room, Harm realized immediately there was no place for Mac to change in private.  Flushing instantly with an overwhelming rush of modesty, Harm turned his back to Mac. “Uh, unless you need my help, I’ll just…wait here till, you’re uh, ready,” Harm stumbled. “K.”  Was the only sound Mac could squeak out.  As quickly as she could, Mac let her dress slip to the floor.  Pausing, she couldn’t remember if the nurse had told her to remove her underwear or not. “Harrrm,” she said hesitantly, “do you remember if she said whether or not I should remove my…underthings?” Mac asked, slouching her shoulders in frustration. “I don’t think she said anything like that.” Harm turned his head to speak over his shoulder, careful not to be able to see her in his peripheral vision. “Thanks.”  She decided to leave it all on. “You can turn around now.” Mac said as she moved around the exam table.  “Would you mind helping me up here.” She extended her hand to Harm. “Sure,” he managed to spit out despite the feel of cotton in his mouth. Once she was seated on the table, Mac had resumed her death grip on Harm’s hand.  He knew of able-bodied sailors who couldn’t do what she was doing.  He hoped his hand survived the exam. Knocking lightly before entering, the nurse came in to take Mac’s temperature and blood pressure. “Well, everything looks good, Colonel.  The doctor is finishing up with another patient and should be here in a few minutes.” Turning to Harm, “If you want to sit over there you can,” she pointed to a small desk chair near the sink, “or you can stand behind her once the doctor comes in.  Whichever you prefer.” Nodding, she picked up her clipboard and left the two of them alone. Lost in a heavy awkwardness, they hadn’t noticed the doctor knock before coming in. “Hello, Colonel.” She smiled at Mac and turned to Harm waiting for an introduction. “This is my partner, Commander Rabb,” Mac said, her brow wrinkling slightly when she realized maybe she should have said fiancé. “Pleasure, Commander.” Turning back to Mac. “Let’s see what we’ve got here.” Helping Mac lay back, the doctor loosened Mac’s robe, and began pressing lightly at her abdomen.  Harm was immediately thankful she hadn’t removed any undergarments.  The open robe gave Harm a bird’s eye view of what a beautiful figure Mac had. “Any vaginal bleeding?” The doctor asked, as she tapped around further. “Just a little, not as much as after surgery.” Mac replied between winces, oblivious to Harm’s presence. Vaginal bleeding? Obviously Mac had been in pain and discomfort, but the thought of vaginal bleeding filled him with a more vivid, almost horrifying sense of impending pain. When the doctor tugged at Mac’s panties poking away so close to Mac’s pubic area, Harm took a deep breath not knowing where to look. “The bruises are looking good, nice color,” the doctor added, nodding at Mac. Nice color, what kind of doctor was this woman?  He hadn’t really thought that she might have bruising.  Just what had she really gone through, and what would she be put through now?  The fear of what trying to conceive a child might do to Mac caused all the color to drain from Harm’s face. “The incisions are looking well too, Colonel.  When everything is healed, I doubt you’ll even be able to find the scars.” The doctor continued oblivious to Harm’s increasing pallor. Patting Mac gently on the tummy, “Everything seems to be healing fine.  I want to do a quick sonogram and see how everything looks on the inside, and we’ll be done.” The Doctor straightened out and removed her gloves. “We have a few questions?” Mac asked softly. “You’ve decided to try?” The doctor knew this was coming when she saw Harm in the room.  Even if he hadn’t come, the ring was a dead giveaway. “Yes, and I need to know what to do now.” Mac didn’t notice the look Harm gave her.  He knew what she meant to ask, but he was honestly shocked at the way it came out, as if she didn’t know where babies came from. The doctor bit back a smile, amused at the expression on Harm’s face.  “I mentioned last time that I prefer to allow nature some time to take hold before putting my patients on fertility medication.  I know you’re odds are not as high with one ovary, but they’re not impossible.”  She paused to study the two faces.  Harm had an amazing similarity to a deer caught in headlights.  It was the first time she could recall seeing a person who actually suited the old cliché. “You’ll have to pay strict attention to your cycle so you know when you’re ovulating.  You’ll have to start taking your temperature in the mornings.  When your temperature goes up, you’ll know you’re ovulating.  There are some kits for sale over the counter, but I find that an ordinary thermometer works just as well.  The thing to keep in mind is you have a limited window of fertility every month so do not let yourselves get discouraged if this doesn’t happen right away.  The average time to conceive a child is one year.  For every young woman with two ovaries who conceives in one month, there is a healthy young woman with two ovaries who needs two years.  I’m not recommending you wait two years to conceive, I’m just saying don’t put too much pressure on yourselves, stress can work against you.” She paused to make sure she'd made herself clear. “There are a few other basic rules, no hot baths, Colonel.” Turning to Harm. “You should wear boxers not briefs.  You’ll find pamphlets with more details in the information package the nurse has prepared for you.  Read it all over carefully and if you have any questions, just give me a call.” Waiting a moment to let all the information sink in, “Very well, Mary will show you to the sonogram room and I will see you in six weeks.” The doctor turned to leave. “Excuse me,” Harm asked before she could leave. “When would it be okay to start… trying?” “As soon as the Colonel feels up to physical activity.” The doctor smiled and patted Mac once again. “Anything else?” she asked. Harm and Mac shook their heads. Harm thought he was going to flip when it came time for the sonogram.  He’d never had any reason to give any thought to what was involved in feminine health care.  It was bad enough that he didn’t know where to look when Mac was told to remove her panties, but he had to draw upon years of nerves of steel as a fighter pilot not to gasp when he saw the rod they used for the sonogram.  Although Harm would have thought the entire experience would have to be one of massive discomfort if not torture, he could tell every time it affected Mac by the strength of her grip.  The nurse maneuvered the contraption within Mac the way Harm handled the control stick of an airplane, her eyes glued to the screen before her as Harm’s would be to his instrument panels.  She chattered away unaware of any discomfort she might be causing Mac or Harm.  It wasn’t until she started babbling about how they say the best time to conceive is right after laparoscopic surgery that Harm paid any attention to what she was jabbering about. Once they were told everything looked as good inside as the out, and that Mac could return to work on Monday, Harm couldn’t get Mac out of there fast enough. Chapter 9  Bethesda Hospital 1640 Harm couldn’t help but notice Mac wasn’t moving as stealthily as she had been prior to her exam. “You okay?” he asked stepping out of the elevator. “Yeah,” Mac tried to straighten her shoulders. “Why don’t you wait for me here in the lobby while I go get the car?” Harm had slowed his pace considerably to match hers. “No, exercise is good for me.” “Maac.” “I want to walk Harm.” Mac replied in her no nonsense marine tone. Once Mac was somewhat comfortable in the car, “How are you?” she asked. “Me!  I’m not the one who was poked and prodded like cattle.” “Neither was ,.” Mac chuckled. Surprised by her response, Harm was at least glad to see a genuine smile. “It wouldn’t have been so bad if I wasn’t still a little sore from surgery.” Mac tried to reassure him. “I don’t know, it seemed so...invasive.” Harm shrugged his shoulders. “It’s probably no worse than having a checkup for your prostate.” Mac shrugged back. “I suppose.” Harm wasn’t convinced, but he didn’t think this was a good time to discuss the pros and cons of gynecology. Harm’s apartment Short time later “You’re sure you don’t want to just go home and lay down?” Harm asked again. “Yes, you’ve missed enough dinners with Mattie, I can lay down on your bed as easily as my own if I need to.  Honestly, it’s not that bad.” Mac made herself comfortable on Harm’s sofa. “You want me to make you some tea, while I fix dinner.” Harm went into his bedroom and grabbed a pillow and blanket off his bed.  “No thanks, maybe later,” she called back assuming he’d gone to his room to change out of his uniform. “Here, at least lets make you more comfortable.” Leaning over, Harm propped the pillow behind Mac. Then kissed her sweetly on the forehead before setting the blanket down beside her. “Thanks,” Mac smiled, her eyes glowing in appreciation. Harm went back to his room to change, coming out in a pair of jeans and lightweight shirt, he paused by the living room. “You okay?” he asked before heading to the kitchen “Fine. How many times today are you going to ask me that?” she smiled back, exasperation evident in her tone. “What about a drink, sure you don’t want something to drink?” Harm sighed, moving about from the fridge to the counter and stove. “Maybe some juice if you’ve got it.” “Apple or Orange?” “Apple. What time does Mattie get home?” “She’s probably home already, she usually pops in when her stomach starts to growl. She’d make a good Marine.”  Harm brought her the drink, a broad smile on his face, and promptly returned to his duties by the stove. “It takes more than a good appetite to make a good Marine and you know it.” Mac rolled her eyes at him. “Maybe,” Harm teased. “Harm, what do you think about what the nurse said?” Mac was so nervous her voice was barely audible. “You mean about being more successful close after a laparoscopy?” Mac nodded her head. “It sounded almost like an observation more than a medical fact.” Butterflies were starting to swim in his stomach thinking about where this conversation was headed.  He knew they’d have to get there, but he was hoping for a little more time, for them to at least be able to talk without that look of fear in her eyes. Letting her gaze drop, “I did a little looking around for new postings.” She looked back up at Harm. “So did I,” Harm nodded. “Yesterday there wasn’t anything that seemed to really suit either of us- at least nothing that wouldn’t be a dead end lateral move.” Harm nodded again. He’d noticed the same thing. Knowing that time was important, he’d actually put out a few feelers with some old friends about the private sector. “This morning I noticed a new posting.  There’s an opening for a senior legal liaison at homeland security. There wasn’t very much info, but it looks promising.” “It sounds better than working for the company,” Harm snorted. “I was thinking of me.” Mac tilted her head placing herself in a defensive posture. “You, Mac I thought we discussed this already.  You’ve got a future at JAG.” “Harm, we discussed best fit first. If this is a good fit, and with my language skills it probably fits me better than you, I should be the one to go.  Besides, my career may not be so important if we have children.” Mac set her drink down and shifted uncomfortably. Studying her carefully, a myriad of thoughts scrambled through Harm’s mind.  The investigator in him had kicked in without his noticing. Lowering the flame under the pasta, Harm went over to sit by Mac. “Mac, do you honestly think this is the best fit that would make you happy, or did the nurse’s comment make you feel you’re running out of time and your biological clock is going to blow up in your face if we don’t get started soon?” “I do think this might have potential, especially if it’s nine to five with no travel, but yeah the nurse got me thinking again. What if she’s right? What if now is my best chance and we put it off until we’re secure in separate commands and then nothing happens? I can’t...” Her voice was trembling. “Mac, if it’ll make you feel better to start now, we can start now.  I know we said we’d wait till we’re married, but I don’t want you stuck in a miserable job just to hurry things along.” Harm had begun gently making small swirling motions on Mac’s shoulder in an attempt to calm her.  Damn why did this all have to be so rushed. “I didn’t mean now, now... I mean…I couldn’t ...now...  Not the way I’d like to anyhow...” Mac had mistaken his small gesture as an affectionate advance. Struck by what she was saying. Harm suddenly recognized the implications and stupidity of his choice of words.  He quickly interrupted her. “I didn’t mean now, today, either, Mac.  I’m sorry.”  Harm didn’t know where to look, when was he going to stop saying the wrong things to her.  Realizing that his hand on her shoulder probably wasn’t helping any, he stopped his motions and was about to pull away when he felt Mac’s hand drop softly on his. “No, I’m sorry. I should have realized. Forgive me?” She squeezed his hand and leaned her cheek into it. “Thank you, there’s nothing to forgive, I’ll try and keep my feet out of my mouth in the future.” He kissed her forehead.  “What do you say we finish this conversation after dinner.  The water has probably boiled away and I strongly suspect a hungry teenager is going to be bounding through those doors any minute.” Harm squeezed her shoulder lightly hoping she understood he wasn’t running away or tabling the discussion indefinitely. Nodding her head, “You’re right, Mattie isn’t the only one who’s hungry.” She smiled broadly letting him know she understood, and it was all right. Not long after their conversation, Mattie had indeed come through the front door ready for dinner, along with Jennifer. They all chatted amicably, mostly about Mattie, school and how Susan and her mom were doing. Jen asked Mac once how she was feeling but sensed it wasn’t a subject they really wanted brought up.  She also had a pretty good idea that the Commander and Colonel needed some time to themselves, so she quickly scurried off after dinner and practically dragged Mattie with her. Leaving the dishes for later, Harm went over to sit next to Mac. “So, you want to go ahead and start trying regardless of our jobs?” Harm got right to the point. “I think so,” Mac answered, tightening her lips. “You think?” Harm curled an eyebrow. “Okay, the first thing I want to make perfectly clear is what ever you want to do, you have my support one hundred percent.” He leaned back a bit so as not to crowd her.  “Ideally, we’d like to be married before you get pregnant, which means one of us would have to find another position.   I don’t care if I have to leave JAG, all I want is to make you my wife as soon as possible.” He placed a finger on her lips before she could object to his comment about leaving JAG.  “Now that we’ve seen the doctor, you’re afraid to wait.” This time he waited for Mac to nod before continuing.  “Obviously, each of us feels strongly about allowing the other to leave JAG for anything other than the perfect job.”  He squeezed Mac’s hand reassuring her. “If I went ahead and resigned, would you still marry me?” Harm was almost afraid to look in her eyes. Swallowing hard. “You’ve done that for me once, please don’t ask me to live with that again.” Mac put her free hand on Harm’s forearm. “Then, the way I see it, we’ve only got one way to proceed.  Whenever you feel up to it, we should start working on a baby.” He took a deep breath. “We’ll just take the rest of it, one day at a time.” He reached over and took her hand, his one finger swirling around the large diamond. “Is that what you’d like?” Mac wanted to melt with the soft caress in his voice.  “I think so.” “Then let’s call it a plan for now.” Harm would have preferred if she had sounded more sure. Chapter 10 JAG Headquarters Harm’s office Next morning Harm was scrolling through military openings in the DC area when his phone rang. “Commander Rabb...  Ed, how are you?” “Not bad Harm, and yourself?” “No complaints.” Harm smiled, he thought he might start to hear from a few people but he hadn’t expected it to start so soon. “I hear you’re getting tired of working for the Navy?”  The deep voice probed from the other end. “Anything is possible.”  He grinned to himself. “Sounds like you haven’t changed much, but if this is for real, I’d like to talk.”  The tone of his voice more serious now. “Ed, I may be looking around, but I’m not really the right material for your high dollar firm.” Harm was flattered.  He was willing to consider the private sector, but not to sell his soul. “Give me a chance, let’s talk,” Ed persisted.  “Lunch, tomorrow, say one o’clock, the Drexel Club.” Harm could just imagine the look on the sea of Armani suits when he walked through the door in his summer whites.  “See you at one.” Mac’s apartment Georgetown Same time. Fortunately for Mac, she was feeling much better after yesterday’s check up.  Moving around was so much easier she was actually tempted to go into work. It was only the thought of Harmon Rabb throwing her over his shoulder and carrying her out of her office like a sack of potatoes that prevented her from trying. For the better part of the morning Mac had been scanning and searching for more information on the position in homeland security.  Much to her surprise, she finally discovered the contact person for the post was Lt. Commander Tracy Manetti.  Summoning up her courage, Mac picked up the phone. Tapping her fingers nervously, Mac listened to the ringing of Manetti’s extension. “Lt. Commander Manetti.” “Commander, this is Colonel MacKenzie.” Mac’s voice came across with a confidence she didn’t have at the moment. “Why Colonel, to what do I owe such a pleasant surprise?” she inquired in her slight southern drawl. “Well, I’m trying to get some inside info on the legal liaison position for HLS.” “Don’t tell me you’re thinking about leaving JAG, Colonel?” Her curiosity was piqued. Tracy could use a keen legal mind like that of the Colonel. “The thought has crossed my mind.” “Well, by all means Colonel, do you have some free time? I’d love to discuss this with you,” Tracy suggested. “I’ve recently had surgery so my schedule is fairly open.” Before Mac could finish her thought, Tracy had interrupted. “I’m sorry to hear that, Colonel. Nothing serious I hope?” Her southern accent was just dripping with concern.  Had anybody else been on the other end of the phone Mac would have seriously doubted their sincerity. “No, not at all.  Does lunch tomorrow work for you?” Mac continued. “That will be perfect, Colonel.  Shall me meet at Benzingers at 12:30?” “Benzingers’ at 12:30.  See you then.”  After a few short good byes, Mac hung up the phone.  Just maybe all of this could work out. Mac’s apartment Georgetown Later that evening Each of them had been rather quiet through dinner.  Mattie had plans after school with a friend so Harm went over to Mac’s. Neither one realized they were each trying to summon the courage to bring up transferring out of JAG and their scheduled luncheons the next day. Finally settled in the living room with a cup of tea and the remote control in search of a good movie, Harm turned to Mac. “I got an interesting call today.  Do you ever remember my mentioning a Lt. Ed Polo to you?” “Not off the top of my head.” Mac took a sip of her tea and scooted further back into the sofa. “He worked here at headquarters when Kate and Meg were still here, he transferred out with Kate.  I heard he’d left a few years later and went to work for Briggs, Stratton and Bailey.” “Wooh.  Not bad, he must have been pretty good.”  Mac practically whistled. “Actually he was, anyhow, he heard I might be looking for a change and he gave me a call earlier today.  We’re meeting for lunch tomorrow at the Drexel Club.” Harm took a sip of his tea, his eyes still locked on Mac’s face. “Oh, Harm.  You know you’d never be happy with a firm like that. I mean, sure there’d be lots of money, but …” before she could get herself all worked up, Harm cut her off. “That’s exactly what I told him.  I know I wouldn’t be happy as a high dollar paper pusher.” Harm patted her leg to reassure her. “Then why are you meeting for lunch?” “He asked me to give him a chance and the Drexel Club has excellent salmon.” Harm tried a little levity.  Mac only rolled her eyes. “Well, it may not matter much anyhow.  I’ve got a lunch appointment tomorrow too with Tracy Manetti,” Mac commented casually, picking up her teacup again. “Tracy? That’s out of the blue.  I didn’t realize you were that friendly with her?”  Harm turned his head and wrinkled his brow. “We’re not. She’s the pointman for the new spot at HLS.” Mac took another sip of her tea even though it was cold now. She needed the calming distraction.  She wasn’t too sure how Harm was going to react. “How did Tracy wind up there?” “I didn’t ask.  All I know is they’ve got a new spot opening up in about three months when Captain Jorgan retires.  He pretty much spearheaded the liaison program but his health is declining and his wife wants him out now.”  Mac was feeling a little more relaxed at Harm’s lack of an emotional response. “Did she tell you anything about the job itself?” Harm hadn’t discounted the position for himself yet. “No, but from what I could tell, it appears to be a strictly DC based assignment.  It didn’t look like there was much travel, if any.  It also seems to be mostly an advisory type position.” Mac tried not to look disappointed at the lack of opportunity in the courtroom. “I don’t know, Mac. You weren’t very happy pushing papers in the private sector.  I’m not sure you’d be any happier pushing paper for Uncle Sam.” Harm wasn’t very sure he’d like being a paper pusher either, for Ed or Uncle Sam. Reaching over, he pulled Mac up against him and gathered her into a heartfelt hug.  Kissing her gently on the head, he heaved a small sigh. “I suppose it won’t hurt to hear everyone out.” He kissed the top of her head again, his hand mindlessly rubbing Mac’s arm, his thoughts on what the hell was he going to do. “Who knows, maybe one of these will turn out to be more interesting than we expect.” Mac lifted her head from Harm’s chest and gave him a small smile. He seemed to be holding her more often and she liked it just fine. She looked so sweet looking up at him like that. He didn’t know what had come over him, his head leaned forward, his hand moved around to support the back of her head as his lips pressed lovingly against hers. Before good sense could take hold and urge him to back away, Mac raised her arm around his neck pulling him closer.  Her lips parted, her tongue tasting and teasing his tender lips.  Eagerly, Harm responded in kind.  Their tongues, caressing and exploring previously denied territory.  The emotions and desires that had been buried for nine years were soaring to the surface with the force of a tidal wave.  Mac’s weight, now heavy in his arms, fell back on the sofa. Harm’s body, pressed tightly against hers, followed her, never breaking the bond of the glorious kiss.  Lying flat on the sofa, Mac moved her arms to explore the contours of the strong man practically sprawled on top of her.  Her body was tingling from head to toe at the taste of Harmon Rabb until she made the mistake of shifting her weight.  Moving her hips slightly, a sharp pain shot across her sore abdomen causing her to break the kiss with a wince. “Oh, God, I’m sorry.  Did I hurt you?” Harm immediately pulled back into a sitting position, his hands gently passing over Mac’s arms and abdomen as if checking for something broken. “No, I’m sorry.  I forgot I can’t use my stomach muscles to move yet.” Mac had closed her eyes while the pain subsided. “I’m so sorry, Mac, I shouldn’t have kissed you like that, I…I’m sorry…” “I’m not.” She opened her eyes.  The pain gone, she looked straight into Harm’s beautiful green eyes. “We have to start somewhere.” Chapter 11 Mac’s apartment Same time “Still, I should have been more careful.  I’m sorry, Mac.” Harm couldn’t find enough words to express how mortified he was. Grabbing his hand to help her sit up, Mac took a deep cleansing breath. “I guess we’ve been so preoccupied with postings we’ve probably neglected talking about a few other basics.” Harm shifted in his seat, instantly uncomfortable.  “Maybe.” “According to the pamphlets the doctor gave us, from what I can tell, I’ll probably be ovulating sometime in the middle of next week. I should be fine by then.” Suddenly bashful, Mac glanced down at her knees. “Physically, I mean.” Developing a similar interest in her knees, Harm’s eyes dropped as well. “You sure?” “About the timing, or being ready?” Mac found the courage to look at him. “I don’t want to hurt you Mac.  You scared the hell out of me just now.  I’d rather break my own arm than have you wincing underneath me again.” He reached out and took hold of both her hands in his.  He had dreamed of being able to make love to Mac. The last thing he wanted was for her to painfully submit to him just to conceive a child. Definitely, the last thing. The sides of her mouth slowly curling up, a slight blush rose to her cheeks. “It felt pretty good there for a while.” Harm couldn’t hide the smile that erupted at her confession.  He’d thought so too. “Promise me, if you feel any discomfort at all by the time next week rolls around, you’ll tell me before we try anything.” He squeezed her hand, “Please.” “Promise.” She nodded, leaning over to kiss him softly. “ I promise.” Snuggling up close to each other, they resumed their original intention for the evening, searching out something to watch on TV. Drexel Club Washington DC Next Day 1300 hours “Right this way, sir.” The Maitre D said to Harm the moment he approached the doorway. “Mr. Polo has been waiting for you.” Following him across the large paneled room, Harm spotted Ed at a quiet table in the back corner.  “You made it,” Ed said extending his hand to Harm and slapping him on the back with the other. “The Navy did teach me a thing or two.” Harm smiled broadly, not holding back any of the Rabb charm. “I’ve ordered us a couple of drinks, you do still drink bourbon?” “I’m impressed, time hasn’t affected your memory any,” Harm replied, raising his glass. The two men made small talk while they looked over the menus and placed their orders.  Having finished their appetizers and salads, the conversation turned to the main event. “I’ve kept up with a lot of your exploits.  You’ve handled some of the most high profile cases the Navy has.  Military tribunal,” whistling quietly, “that was quite a feather in your cap, a once in a lifetime opportunity.” Harm hadn’t really given it much thought.  That probably will look good on his resume. “You’ve also got a reputation for sticking your neck on the line for children. Years ago, Luke Pendry’s boy, you had a hand in that. There was also that little girl whose sister was murdered. You took the killer down yourself if I remember correctly.  I understand now, you’ve got a teenage ward whose mom died and whose dad’s an alcoholic.” Ed took a breath and a bite of his lunch. “I’m pretty familiar with my life history, what are you getting at.” Harm set his fork down and took a sip of water. “You’re the superman we’re looking for.” Ed took a sip of his water getting ready for his next speech as though he were preparing for a closing argument in court. “Ed, I’d make a lousy legal babysitter for wealthy CEO’s and cranky rich widows.”  Harm was beginning to wonder if the grilled salmon was going to be worth the forthcoming dispute. “I’m not asking you to hold hands with our clients.  We’ve got a new deal.  Do you remember Maggie Stevens?” “From Echo Oil?” “One and the same.  She passed away about three weeks ago.” “I remember reading about it.  What does that have to do with me.” Harm might not be interested but he was definitely curious. “Her only son died a couple of years ago in a car accident.  Her granddaughter was with him.  He was high on cocaine, and Lord knows what else when he tore out of their house.  Two years earlier the girl’s mother had tried to sue for custody claiming that sonny boy was an abusive husband and an unfit father.  Well, whether or not she was right, there was no way she was going to win against mama’s money.  Much to Maggie’s chagrin, daughter in law was right and it cost her the life of her only granddaughter.” “It’s a tragedy, but get to the point,” Harm urged. “The old lady was one of our clients.  She left her entire estate, all 600 million of it to a new foundation.  Stevens’ Legal Choice Fund.” He paused to see if he still had Harm’s interest. “The entire fund is to be used to provide legal services to the underdog, whether it’s a simple deadbeat dad who won’t pay child support, or a non custodial parent who has just absconded to Abu Dabi with their child.  Anything that could be considered pro family.  There will be an entire staff of investigators as well as the attorneys.  There’s a one million dollar budget for start up alone.” He could tell Rabb still wasn’t getting the point. “Harm with your skills in the courtroom as well as investigation.  You’re the perfect man to head the entire operation.” Harm’s eyes flickered momentarily as he tried to hide his surprise from his onetime coworker. “I don’t have any background in family law.  I’m a naval lawyer for heaven’s sake,” Harm responded rather tersely. “Harm, the job pays in the high six figures. It’s one of the requirements.  The old lady wanted only the best and she didn’t want some sharp dedicated lawyer leaving because he couldn’t afford to send his kids to college. The job description was written for you.   You’d be in charge of everything.  Hell, Harm, you’re a Navy Commander, you know how to handle people under you, you know how to train up a good lawyer.  You can spot shoddy work from your attorneys or your investigators in a heartbeat, and more importantly, you care.” Harm was dumfounded.  He’d occasionally considered if he went into the private sector it would be in some similar capacity, but the pay was rarely rewarding when you worked for a cause.  Of course, he was used to military pay, better than some, but not in the league they were talking about now. “I told you to give me a chance.  Harm, I’m telling you, this has you written all over it.  With your navy credentials, and the Stevens’ money, the integrity of the foundation would never be in doubt.” Hesitating briefly. “There is one little thing.  There are a few distant relatives contesting the will, it’s still in probate but it’s rock solid.  We knew there’d be a fight and we made sure there were no holes in the will. Still, it’s going to take some time until everything can run its course and the funds can be dispersed.  The old Echo Oil building in Falls Church has started renovation. The legal offices will use one floor and the remaining floors of office space will be leased to fund operations.  Eventually, we expect to grow large enough to fill the entire building.” “The offices will be in Falls Church?” Harm wasn’t seriously considering this until he heard that.  He and Mac could still be close enough to share lunch or even car pool. “Not far from your headquarters,” Ed answered, breathing easier seeing his first sign that Harm was possibly interested.  The minute he heard Rabb was looking, he knew he was a Godsend. “When do you need an answer by?” “Officially, it will be at least 90 days before we can start the ball rolling and announce the search for personnel.  It will probably be two or three years before the fund is totally free and clear.  You can take the full 90 days, but I’d like to know if you’re in sooner.  If time or money is an issue, I’m authorized to offer a $100,000 bonus any time you say yes.” “I’ll need some time to think about it.” Skipping dessert, Harm set his napkin on the table and pushed his chair back. “It’s late and I need to get back to the office.  I’ll call you.”  Offering his hand to Ed, “It was nice seeing you again, we’ll have to do it again some time with Ellen.” Harm smiled at Ed who agreed whole heartedly, then walked away. If Ed had any doubts that Harmon Rabb was the lawyer for the job, they were gone now.  Any man who could calmly walk away from a $100,000 signing bonus had the conviction to his principles that this job would require. Chapter 12 JAG Headquarters Harm’s office 1455 hours Harm barely had time to drop his cover in his office when Coates was standing at his door. “The Admiral wants to see you ASAP, sir.” she announced, her back rigid.  That was never a good sign. “Tell the Admiral I’ll be right there.” Grabbing his phone, Harm dialed Mac’s cell only to get her voice mail. Wondering how her lunch was progressing, Harm took a deep breath and headed to the admiral’s office. “Commander Rabb reporting as ordered, ma’am.” Harm stood at attention. Putting her pen down, Admiral Chaidez stood up and walked around to stand in front of Harm.  She was a petite woman, no more than 5’5” in her heels.  Harm towered over her, yet her presence was still formidable. “At ease,” she ordered, raising her chin and boring a hole through him with her gaze. “I understand you are not happy with us.” She’d been in command only two weeks and already she was having trouble with the prize bull. “No, ma’am.”  “Have a seat, Commander.” The Admiral waved her arm at the chair and leaned back against her desk. “I’ve heard rumors that you’ve put out feelers in the private sector for a position.  I’ve also been informed that one of the most prestigious firms in DC has just taken you to lunch.  Care to explain.” She may be half the size of Admiral Chegwidden, but this woman could intimidate a Mongolian warrior. “Ed Polo and I served together here at headquarters, ma’am.  I haven’t seen him since he left the service eight years ago.  He called yesterday.”  Harm hadn’t been prepared for her to find out so soon. “Glad you found time to get reacquainted.  Now tell me, why do you want to leave JAG?” She wasn’t about to beat around the bush. “It’s personal ma’am.  And not conclusive yet.” “Yet? You just got back in, Commander!  You walk away now, there will be no turning back.” If he stayed around, she would definitely have gray hair long before she was of retirement age. “Understood, ma’am.” Harm felt as though he’d been caught sneaking in after curfew by his mother. “This wouldn’t have anything to do with the Colonel’s inquiries into the new post with Homeland Security?” She was beginning to think there was no way to avoid the gray. Harm was flabbergasted twice in one day.  Now what was he supposed to say? “Yes, ma’am.” Maybe he could get away with only yes and no answers. “Commander, am I going to have to drag this out of you?” “No, ma’am, but I’m not in a position to speak for the Colonel, ma’am.”  He was stalling. “Fine, then speak for yourself.” She was praying this had nothing to do with her taking over command. Accepting there was no other way out, “I’ve asked the Colonel to marry me, ma’am.  We’d like to get married sooner than later but obviously, only one of us can stay at JAG.  We’re… investigating our options.” “Did it ever occur to you that perhaps you should inform your CO?” Her blood was beginning to boil.  There was a reason for a chain of command and something such as this should have been brought to her attention immediately. “How long have the two of you been involved?” she asked sternly. “Excuse me, ma’am?” How was he supposed to answer that one? “AJ, said nothing about the two of you being together, how long have you been involved? The question is very clear Commander.” “We’ve been partners and friends for nine years ma’am.  We, haven’t exactly been… involved.” “Excuse me?!” It was her turn to be at a loss for words. “We haven’t ever actually dated, ma’am.  The Colonel and I have never been involved in anything other than a platonic relationship.  Personal circumstances have recently forced us to reevaluate our friendship, and we both felt marriage was best for us.”  Harm hoped Mac wasn’t going to kill him. This whole thing shouldn’t have been such a surprise to her.  AJ warned her that they had strong feelings for each other and they were bound to either blow up or figure it out.  She just wished they’d waited a little longer to figure it out. “I see.” She said letting out a loud sigh and pausing, for what to Harm seemed like an eternity, before she spoke again. “Let me see what ‘options’ I can come up with.  The Colonel is returning to work Monday morning, correct?” “Yes, ma’am.” “Okay, both of you report to me first thing Monday morning. Dismissed.”  She stood up and walked around to her desk without giving Harm a second glance. “Aye aye, ma’am.” Harm turned on his heals and headed to his office as fast as he could, praying Mac would answer her phone. Mac’s apartment Georgetown 1530 Mac had just put the key in the door when she heard the phone ringing.  Quickly turning the key and shoving the door open, Mac ran to answer the phone. “MacKenzie,” Mac panted, out of breath. “Is this going to be one of ‘those’ phone calls, Colonel?” Harm inquired with a gleam in his eye and want in his voice. “I was at the door when I heard the phone ring. How’d it go?” She responded like a parent exasperated with their two-year old. Flattered, but exasperated none the less. “Better than I thought.  I’ve got a lot to think about and too much to tell you over the phone.” Harm looked at his watch wondering if he could secure early after an almost two hour lunch. “I also had a talk with the Admiral. She knows about us.” Harm held his breath waiting for Mac’s reaction. “How’d she find out?” “She heard about my luncheon with Ed and your inquiries with Homeland, I had no choice but to fill in the blanks. Well, some of them anyway.”  Harm looked at his watch again. “I see.” She wasn’t sure what to think, or how much Harm might tell the Admiral. “You sound like the Admiral now.  Look Mac, I want to find out how things went with Tracy and I want to tell you all about Ed and the Admiral. Let me get some of these files off my desk and I’ll secure early. Shall I pick up some pizza or something?” “No, I stopped at the store and picked up a few things.  I thought I’d make spinach lasagna.” “Mac, you shouldn’t be straining yourself.” Harm couldn’t help frowning. “I wouldn’t call baking a lasagna strenuous Harm.  I’m not made of glass. I won’t break. Promise.” “Just don’t over do it. I’ll see you in a little over an hour.”  The thought of seeing her brought the brightest smile to his face.  Mac could hear it over the phone. Hanging up the receiver. She wasn’t sure if she should be angry at Harm for being so overprotective or if she should get down and kiss his feet for caring.   Mac walked over and closed her front door. Her lunch with Tracy had been more fun then she expected.  Tracy was a very friendly and charming woman.  It was a shame they hadn’t had more opportunity to work together during Tracy’s time at headquarters.  The new job on the other hand seemed pretty routine.  Most likely it was a straight Monday through Friday, nine to five.  That was a big plus, especially with a child and daycare.  In reality the job and the people would most likely be interesting enough, the problem was she didn’t know if she could give up litigating.  She loved being in the courtroom, and her only shot at going to court in this new position would be if some bozo decided to sue the government because their nail clippers were confiscated at the airport.  Even if terrorist threats were apprehended through the new measures implemented by homeland security, as liaison, she wouldn't be the one prosecuting. She definitely had plenty of food for thought.  Now all she needed was to get the lasagna cooking and she’d be all set.  Chapter 13 Mac’s apartment Georgetown Later that night Mac had just lowered the temperature on the oven to keep dinner warm when she heard Harm knock.  Anxiously, she dropped the oven mitts on the counter and practically sprinted to the door.  Had she not been in such a hurry to hear what Harm had to report she might have taken the time to marvel at how much better she felt with each passing day. “Hi, beautiful,” Harm purred as he leaned in to kiss her hello, handing her a small bouquet of flowers he’d picked up from a street peddler.  Normally, he never encouraged such things, but they were so colorful and he enjoyed the idea of surprising Mac. “Thank you.” She smiled demurely. Dropping all his gear on a chair, Harm closed his eyes, sniffing the room.  “Smells wonderful,” he sighed. “Good, grab a seat, I’ll get it out of the oven and you can start filling me in on what happened today.  Start with the Admiral.” She pointed for him to sit at the table and immediately turned towards the kitchen to start serving dinner. “Need some help?” Harm asked knowing full well that she was going to say no. “No. Start talking.” She really wanted to know what happened. Serving himself some of the lasagna, Harm began recounting the events in the admiral’s office.  Every so often, Mac’s eyes would fly open, or her jaw would drop, but she managed to refrain from interrupting. “What do you think the Admiral is going to do now that she knows?” Mac asked, playing with the food on her plate. “I honestly don’t know.  She seemed really angry at first, I’m not sure what made her power down, but she wasn’t nearly as annoyed by the time I left her office.” Harm took a bite of dinner, wondering what was going through the Admiral’s mind. “We’d better be prepared for the worst, just in case.” He forced a smile. “Worst? What are you thinking?” she inquired, nervously. “Well, technically, she can’t charge us with anything, but she can split us up.  I suppose worse case would be one or both of us find ourselves stationed somewhere in Alaska, but honestly, it sounded more like she wanted to keep us at the office, not ship us out.” Harm began to chuckle slightly. “Actually, I suspect she’s given up on our not giving her gray hair.” Amused by the idea of a bald and gray Admiral Chaivez, Harm began to laugh more heartily. By the time they’d gotten to dessert it was Mac’s turn to tell Harm about her lunch with Tracy. Letting out a deep sigh after Mac was finished, Harm broached the subject carefully. “Doesn’t sound like a very good fit to me, what do you think?” “I’m not sure.  I know what you mean.  I’ve given up the courtroom before and don’t know if I’d want to do it again.  I need to think about it.”  Mac picked up some dishes and carried them to the sink. “Vanilla or chocolate?” she asked, scooping ice cream into a bowl. “Vanilla,” he whispered in her ear. She was so intent on her battle with the frozen dairy product that she hadn’t heard Harm walk up beside her and place his dish on the counter.  The feel of his hot breath so close to her neck almost made her lose her grip on the spoon.  That wasn’t the only thing she could lose a grip on. “You’re moving really well today.  You just sprang up out of the chair.” Harm’s eyes were practically dancing with delight. “Yeah, it’s amazing how much difference every day makes in how I feel.” She couldn’t hold back a grin, she hated feeling under par. Carrying the two plates back to the table, “So, what’s the scoop with your luncheon?” she asked casually. Mac sat quietly eating her ice cream, careful not to show any reaction to his story.  She watched Harm’s expressions intently as he ran through the details of the meeting.  Every once in a while a different emotion would flash across his face.  She recognized everything from, enthusiasm, curiosity, despair, and pain to a few flickers of light she couldn’t quite put her finger on.  Somehow, even though it had never occurred to her that Harm would be happy in private practice, she could tell he was seriously considering the offer. Having finished her ice cream long before Harm finished talking, Mac had sat patiently processing all the information.   When Harm finally stopped and scooped out his last spoonful of ice cream, Mac found her voice. “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” “Yeah, I don’t know, there’s something about it that…feels right.”  Harm picked up his and Mac’s bowls and put them in the kitchen. “Do you really think you could be happy outside of the Navy?” Mac walked up behind him placing her arms on either side of him, her hands falling on his hips. “I’ve learned a lot this last year.  Mattie had a big hand in that.” He took a moment to sort all the thoughts running through his mind.  “There’s more to life than the Navy, or flying tomcats.  I’ve got to think about what will work best for us ten years down the road when we’re raising a family. I don’t want to wind up like the Admiral, The Judge Advocate General waiting until he’s retired to get to know his only daughter.”  Noticing for the first time exactly where Mac’s hands were resting, the rest of his words choked in his throat.  Swallowing hard, he turned around in place and pulled her into a safer embrace and forced his thoughts to return to the job offer. “I’ve got plenty of time to think it over.  Maybe once we hear what the Admiral has to say on Monday, the choice will be easier.  Besides, think of all the stuff I could do to the vette with a hundred grand,” Harm teased, ready for a less serious discussion. Shaking her head, Mac lightly smacked his arm before pulling back and walking off into the living room. “I suppose now that the Admiral knows, there’s no reason not to tell everyone else.” Harm began, following her into the other room and sitting down beside her. “I mean, if the cat’s out of the bag professionally, there’s no reason not to let our friends in on the scoop.” Harm was delighted at the prospect of going public. Secretly, he was a little concerned Mac might change her mind and back out of marrying him.  “Honestly,” Mac tried to stop herself from blushing. “I wasn’t looking forward to having to take the ring off anyway.” Harm placed his hand on Mac’s thigh and began slowly drawing circles with his fingertips, encouraged by her bashful confession. “How about we invite a few people over for dinner? We could do it at my place Sunday that way we could tell them all at once.  It’s been a long time since I’ve had a dinner party,” Harm suggested. “Remember how much fun we all had that time Admiral Chegwidden stopped by when Annie and Josh were staying with you?” Mac stopped suddenly hoping she hadn’t made a mistake bringing up Annie. “We did have fun. Remember how everyone froze when we realized the Admiral had been married?” Harm let out a low chuckle. “Yeah, then it sounds like a plan, we can do some shopping tomorrow and pick up a few things.  If we make some calls now, they’ll have a little bit of notice too.” Mac was happy Harm hadn’t reacted in the least to her bringing up Annie’s name. She wanted to lean over and kiss him silly but reached for the phone instead.  “How about if I call Harriet and Bud, and you call Sturgis.  Do you think the Admiral, is still here?” She was referring to AJ. “No, he and Francesca left for Los Angeles a couple of days after the dining out,” Harm replied, a note of sadness in his voice. “Is there anyone else you want to call?” “Eventually, I’m going to want to let Keeter know, and probably Skates, and Terri Coulter, but for tomorrow, I think Bud, Harriet, Sturgis, Jen and Mattie will be plenty,” Harm shrugged. Nodding her head, Mac walked over to the phone and began placing calls. A short time later she joined Harm on the sofa.  “Well, it’s all set, everyone will be there Sunday around 1600.  Of course, we should probably tell Jen and Mattie first.”  Mac snuggled into Harm’s shoulder. “Yeah, first opportunity.” Harm closed his eyes, just enjoying the moment. Chapter 14 Harm’s apartment Saturday morning 1000 Mattie let herself into Harm’s apartment and headed straight for the refrigerator.  Opening the door, she pulled out a couple of bottles of water and tossed them into her backpack. “You almost ready Harm?” she called from the kitchen. Coming out of the bathroom, “Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in.  Yeah, all set. Where’s Jen?” he said, coming down the steps into the living room. “She wanted to go straighten out some files or something at the office, you know, still trying to impress the new boss.  Makes me wish baldy were back.” Mattie shrugged, shifting her backpack on her shoulder. “None of that now,” Harm admonished.  “Let’s get moving before Mac thinks we stood her up.” Harm put his hand on her shoulder urging her towards the front door. “Pushy aren’t we,” she laughed.  “Or are you just in a hurry to be with Mac?” she teased. Harm and Mac had remembered there was a small summer fair over at Rock Creek Park this weekend.  Mac had always loved fairs as a kid and thought if Mattie and Jen didn’t have anything else to do, it would be a fun way for them to spend the day and tell them the news before dinner Sunday. Much to their surprise, Mattie was free for the afternoon and thought it was a great idea.  When they got to Mac’s apartment building, Harm ran upstairs to get Mac while Mattie waited in the car. Mac had been anxiously waiting for Harm. The second he knocked, she opened the door with such enthusiasm you could actually hear it whoosh. “What took you so long?” Mac grinned playfully. “Teenagers.” He stepped aside as Mac came out and locked the door behind her.  When she had turned back to face him, Harm extended his hand for her to take hold. Mattie watched from the car as her guardian and his partner exited the building, a spring in their step, hand in hand like a couple of kids with their first steady date.  Very interesting, she thought, very. As was his usual habit, Harm held the car door for Mac before going around to the driver’s side.  “Hi Mattie,” Mac greeted cheerfully as she got into the car. “Hey Mac, glad you’re feeling up to this.” “Wouldn’t miss it. I always loved these things as a kid. Guess I still do.” Mac grinned clicking her seat belt. “Me too, especially all the great food!” Mattie licked her lips, and rolled her eyes. “I’m partial to the Belgian waffles.” Mac smiled, with just a hint of a moan. “Yeah, but I can’t get enough of the cotton candy and turkey drumsticks.” Mattie was practically salivating. “There’s more to these things then just food you know,” Harm interrupted, raising his eyebrows, and turning the corner. “Not much.”  Mac and Mattie broke out laughing at their unified response. “If you two ladies are done discussing the culinary arts.  I’ve got something I’d like to talk to you about Mattie.”  He looked up at her through the rear view mirror.  Mac undid her seatbelt to shift sideways to face her. “Whatever it is, I didn’t do it,” Mattie said, this did not look good, she thought. Chuckling to himself, “Relax, no one did anything.  It’s more of an announcement than a talk.  You know Mac recently had surgery.  Being laid up for a few days gave us lots of time to work a few things out.” He paused to look up at the mirror and gage Mattie’s expression.  By the grin on her face, he pretty much figured they’d been busted. Their eyes locked in the mirror and he smiled back at her, “Yes, we’re getting married.” “See, Harm.  You should learn to listen to teenagers!  We know a lot more than we get credit for.” She smiled knowingly,  “SO – I want to see the ring.” She unsnapped her belt and scooted forward to see Mac’s hand waving into the backseat. “WOW- Harm when you let go, you really let go!! All right!” Her eyes were practically falling out of her head. It was definitely an impressive stone. Mac blushed politely, allowing just a hint of a proud smile to show. “Gee kid, you sure you like it?” Harm shook his head. “Congratulations, this is great. Really.” Mattie sat back in her seat, smiling contentedly. The rest of the day was indeed spent with the two ladies eating their way through every food stand at the fair.  “Where do you two put it all?” Harm asked.  He was in excellent shape and worked out regularly, but he no longer had the metabolism of a young man.  He had filled out some with age, where Mac appeared thinner than she had been when they first met, but still ate like a proverbial horse.  As much as Mattie was enjoying all the good food, she was especially enjoying how happy Harm and Mac looked together.  They had pretty much walked the entire time hand in hand.  A few times Mattie noticed Mac getting tired because she would lean more heavily against Harm.  He usually responded by wrapping his arm around her and making her rest at the first bench they came upon. Mattie wondered if Harm was aware of how many times he would just lean over and kiss the top of Mac’s head. She couldn’t help but think what he would have done if her head hadn’t been conveniently just the right height for his lips.  She wasn’t sure what to make of Mac though.  It was obvious his affection was welcome, especially whenever he’d stop to look at a craft or something using both his hands, Mac would immediately stick her hand out for him to hold again when he was through, but Mattie hadn’t once seen her kiss him. Still, they made a great looking couple and she wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Harm’s apartment Sunday afternoon Jen and Mattie had come over early.  Harm had put them to work chopping and slicing in the kitchen.  Mattie had of course told Jen yesterday about the engagement the second she flew through the front door. This at least spared them explaining twice today. Hearing the first knock at the door, Mac unconsciously flipped her ring around so the stone wouldn’t be too obvious. “Hey, Bud, Harriet.” Harm gave the standard pats and hugs hello as the couple walked into the door. Before he could completely close the door he heard footsteps. “Did you guys all ride together?” He asked as Sturgis and Varese came in the door. “No, but your elevator is broken again.  Next time I say we do this someplace with a reliable elevator or on the ground floor,” Sturgis teased, before greeting everyone hello. “Hey, it’s good for your cardiovascular system, old man,” Harm teased back. “OLD! I’ll have you know …” Sturgis began when Varese interrupted. “Never mind.” She raised her brow at Harm. “You two play nice.” Varese walked over to hug Mac, still giggling. Everyone finished their hellos, settling into comfortable conversation while Harm and Mac prepared the drinks. “I’m so glad all of you were free to join us for dinner tonight,” Harm started, carrying a tray of drinks over to the living room.  He hadn’t noticed Harriet reach over and grab Bud’s hand. “I’ve got something I wanted to share with you guys.” He continued, putting the tray down. Mac helped him hand out the drinks, Mattie and Jen were cleaning up in the kitchen trying desperately not to give it away by letting anyone see the big grins on their faces. Wondering how much detail he wanted to get into, Harm decided to skip the preliminaries and hope for the best. “Mac and I are getting married,” he blurted out. Instantly, all their guests were on their feet.  Bursts of, “Oh, how wonderful, isn’t that great, congratulations, and other appropriate felicitations were repeated over and over for the next few minutes as Harm and Mac were hugged and kissed several times over. “Harm what took you so long?” Sturgis exclaimed slapping his old friend on the back.  “Better late than never,” Harm teased, keeping an eye on Mac with Harriet and Varese. “Oh ma’am, it’s such a beautiful ring.” Harriet was beaming.  “Harriet, call me Mac. PLEASE.” “I have to agree with her, the ring is lovely and you are definitely glowing,” Varese added. “I’m just glad he finally came to his senses,” Harriet huffed, “Everyone knows they’re meant for each other.” Harriet and Varese had begun talking to each other, almost forgetting Mac was right there. “I thought for sure, you two were going to work things out three years ago,” Sturgis was saying. “The tension between you was so thick you could cut it with a knife.” “No disrespect, sir, but Commander Turner is right, you two were destined to be together from that first handshake,” Bud commented, shaking his head. “Man, Harm if I’d had a smart looker like Mac in love with me, I would not have waited years to propose.” Harm wanted to argue Mac wasn’t in love with him, that’s why he waited years to propose, but that would open a whole other can of worms that neither he nor Mac were prepared to get into, even with their closest friends.  Harm had to admit he was a little stunned that no one seemed to question such a sudden engagement.  Why didn’t it strike anyone unusual that two people who had never dated just announced they were getting married?  Seeing Mac across the room, politely smiling while Varese and Harriet carried on about something, he caught her eyes for just a minute.  He swore he could feel the heat clear across the room.  Smiling to himself, maybe that had something to do with why no one seemed surprise.                                                                      BACK           NEXT                                                                    HOME