Page 14 of Finding Kenna
“No, not every night.”
“I can work with that,” Aleck told her. “I work during the day. Meetings, training, and there will be times I’ll be deployed for indeterminate periods. But I think you’re worth any effort it takes to work around both our schedules, Kenna.”
She smiled at him. “I’ve got enough seniority here that I can pretty much pick which shifts I want…although I do have to plan ahead.”
“Great,” Aleck said. He was more than aware he was still holding her hand. He hadn’t really been a hand-holder in the past. But with Kenna, the connection felt…good. Especially because he was more than aware he’d almost fucked up.
“Can you see the fireworks the Hilton Hawaiian Village sets off on Friday nights from here?” he asked, steering their conversation back toward a more neutral topic.
“Well, not from the restaurant, no. But if you walk a bit down the beach and sit on the breakwater wall down that way,” she said, pointing down the beach toward the Hilton’s large hotel complex, “you can,” Kenna said. “Is it bad for me to admit that the fireworks don’t do anything for me anymore?”
Aleck chuckled. “Nope. Fireworks aren’t my thing either.”
“Oh, because of PTSD?” Kenna asked in concern.
“No. I mean, that doesn’t help, but we had a dog back home who hated thunder and fireworks. Like, they’d both totally traumatize him. So around the Fourth of July, we had to sedate him in order to help him get through the night, as well as the week before and after. Unfortunately, we had neighbors who bought a shitload of fireworks and would set them off every night. It was awful.”
“Aw, what kind of dog?”
“Doberman.”
Kenna tried not to laugh.
“Yeah, Maximus wasn’t exactly the best guard dog,” Aleck said with a grin. “He would lick someone to death rather than bite them if they broke in.”
“I miss having a pet,” Kenna said. “My dad and stepmom had cats.”
“You could get one,” Aleck suggested.
“My apartment complex doesn’t allow them,” Kenna said simply.
Immediately, Aleck thought about his own place. He had no idea if pets were allowed or not, but he had a feeling if he wanted to get a dog or a cat, he’d be allowed. Living in the penthouse had its perks.
And that thought was how he knew for sure that Kenna was different.
He’d never, ever contemplated getting a pet because of a woman before. His schedule was definitely not conducive to having a dog. A cat…maybe. If he could find someone to check on it while he was deployed.
“Am I allowed to ask how you and your friends got your…unusual names?” Kenna asked.
Aleck chuckled. “Of course. You can ask me anything. I might not always be able to answer your questions…operational security and all. But if I can’t, I’ll tell you why. Anyway, yeah, so my nickname is Aleck. My last name is Smart.”
Kenna laughed. “Smart Aleck, huh?”
“Yup. And I’ll warn you, it fits me pretty well.”
“Noted,” Kenna told him.
“Mustang’s name is kind of complicated, but it involves a prank when he first joined the Navy. Midas was an amazing swimmer in high school and won a bunch of gold medals. Pid’s first name is Stuart—or Stu, for short.”
“Oh, man, that’s harsh,” Kenna said.
“Yeah, nicknames often are. The more someone protests about it, the more it’ll stick,” Aleck told her. “Jag’s first name is Jagger, and Slate’s last name is Stone.”
“So most of your nicknames are because of your real names,” Kenna noted.
“Yeah. They usually come about because of our name or something stupid we did,” Aleck said.
“It’s a good thing I don’t have a nickname based on that,” Kenna quipped. “I’ve done a lot of stupid things.”
