A laugh slipped from her at his joke. “Don’t think we’re done with this conversation. But before you faint from starvation, come on. I’ll heat you a plate while you clean up and let Harry outside.”

“Anyone ever tell you how bossy you are?”

Her cheeks heated. She didn’t think of herself as bossy. Quite the opposite. She lived to serve others. Still, she lifted her chin and gave him her bossiest look.

“I’m a Special Projects director. I direct. It’s what I do. That’s not being bossy. It’s directing.” Okay, that was a different spin to her job.

“Keep telling yourself that.” Bodie glanced around the bathroom. “I’ll clean up a little in here, let Harry out, and then I’ll take you up on those leftovers.”

“You never talk about your time in the military. Why is that?”

Bodie looked up from where he was cutting the corners of the bathroom wall with paint. Sarah had come into the room to ask his opinion on a couple of recipes. Within minutes, she had a brush in her hands and was helping him paint the bathroom walls just as she’d done with the bedroom trim.

“Not everyone talks about everything that ever happened to them.”

Holding up her paintbrush in a mock warning, she veed her brows at him. “Was that a jab at me? I’ll have you know I don’t talk about everything that ever happened to me. I just—”

“I was teasing, Sarah.” It surprised him how much he enjoyed teasing her.

“Good thing you explained.” Lips twitching, she lowered her paintbrush. “So, tell me about your time in the military.”

“Some things don’t need to be talked about.”

“Sometimes it helps to talk about things that don’t need to be talked about.”

She had no idea what she was saying. He sure didn’t want to put the grim images in his head into her mind. No one should see the things he’d seen.

“Not these things,” he promised.

She seemed to be considering what he said, then asked, “Do you see yourself going back into the military?”

If only.

“No.”

“With what little you’ve said, I sense you liked being in the Army and have the utmost respect for the military.” She pinned him with her gaze. “Why aren’t you there now?”

“Things.”

“You aren’t going to tell me, are you?”

Talking with Sarah was easy. Too easy. Easier than talking to the therapist the Army had made him work with for months after coming back to the States. But no matter who was listening, some things were better left unsaid.

Not looking up from where he worked, he shook his head. “No.”

“Because what you did was top secret and you’d have to take me into custody if you did?” she teased, obviously wanting to lighten the tone.

“I think you have me confused with a federal agent. I was an Army Ranger. Totally different.”

“And before that you were a carpenter.”