Barstowe burst out laughing. He couldn’t help himself. Nika Maier waving her fork at Rudolph’s remarkably phallic nose as if she was going to stab it was just too perfect.
He hadn’t even bothered to look for her up in the Officers Mess. They didn’t teach Rangers to underestimate opportunities. He’d hooked up with Sly and followed the Chief Petty Officer into the Chiefs Mess, knowing it was shared by all of the enlisted ranks. And it had worked; there she sat threatening poor Rudolph.
Nika looked up at him in alarm as he set down his tray across from her. The spot beside her was also open, but he wanted to look at her so he left that spot for Sly.
He’d wanted to talk with her alone, which was also surprising, but he’d take what he could get away with for now.
“You got the dirt off your
