For The Thrill of it. A Michael Stone adventure.

Previously

…"I thought you had no money left," Michael said. "I lied. This qualifies." They sat on the floor of the cabin, passing the bottle, watching the stars wheel through the porthole. Rita leaned against Michael's shoulder, her eyes heavy. Ron leaned against the wall, his glass dangling from his fingers. Michael looked at the distant glow of Da Nang, fading to nothing. The thrill of the hunt was over. What came next was something else entirely—something he hadn't allowed himself to hope for in years. He kissed the top of Rita's head. She murmured something soft, her hand finding his. The ship carried them into the dark, and they slept.