Riley's apartment was on the second floor of a complex overlooking Sinclair Inlet. The Nimitz, an aircraft carrier, and several other large Navy vessels were moored along the piers of the Puget Sound Naval Shipyard. Standing on the balcony, Riley pointed out each ship for her, telling her its classification and type. Most of the information went over Hannah's head, but she found the aircraft carrier easy to distinguish from the others.
The apartment itself was compact. It was clear he'd made an effort to clean up the place a bit. The fact pleased her. The living room had been straightened and newspapers neatly stacked in the corner. The carpet was olive green and blended well with his furniture, which consisted of a black recliner and a three-quarter-length sofa.
"You thirsty?" he asked, taking a beer out of the refrigerator.
Hannah's gaze fell on the alcoholic beverage as she shook her head. She had the feeling he'd offered it to her for shock value. "No, thank you."
Riley shrugged, twisted off the cap and guzzled down half the contents in a series of deep swallows. His Adam's apple bobbed with the action. Hannah turned away from him, and looked back at the narrow waterway.
"We have a minor problem," he said, joining her at the wrought-iron railing.
"Oh?" It was barely four, and already the sky was darkening.
"The apartment only has one bedroom."
Hannah's heart sank. "I see."
"Lieutenant Commander Kyle assured me the place on the base would have two, but for now we're here. What do you want to do about the sleeping arrangements?"
Hannah didn't know. At least not right then. "I could rest on the sofa, I guess."
Riley snickered at that and turned away from her, pausing at the sliding-glass door. "You'd better come in before you catch a chill."