Chapter 12
“Okay, what’s the status on those emails?” Gage asked. He stepped around a furniture dolly in the hallway as he walked toward the office. Aidan had called him while he was in the middle of directing a crew of movers to move out the old furniture and relocate the new furniture. After Gage had attempted to persuade Don he could handle all of the moving himself, Don had simply handed him the number of a local moving company.
“I thought Navy SEALs were supposed to be smart,” Don had commented.
“We like to take care of things ourselves.” It chafed at Gage to pay for something as simple as lugging furniture around. He figured his relentless physical conditioning might as well come in handy where it could, so he stubbornly ignored Don and set out to move everything himself.
“You’ve
