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Authors: Sharon Hamilton
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those few delicious moments.
He sank into a deep sleep in her arms.
He woke up refreshed, but alone in the bed. The sun had dipped lower, telling him it wasn’t early evening yet, but he’d spent the day sleeping, with the curtains open. It was a very hopeful sign.
“Julie?” he called out, not seeing her clothes on the floor. No sounds came from the closet or bathroom. “Julie, are you still here?”
There was no answer.
He fell backwards into the bed, worried he’d done something to set her off. Her scent was still in the sheets, but the place where her body had lain was cold. He missed her terribly.
He got up, searching the room, looking for evidence she had been there on the off chance this had all been a dream, like so many of the other dreams he’d been having lately. On the dresser, near the TV, he found a note.
Thank you for breakfast. Just had some things I needed to do for the wedding, and thought I’d give you some space. Try to get some rest.
He fingered the note, the swirling, perfect script of her cursive handwriting. It was nice of her to leave it for him, but it was also nice of her to give him some room. She’d not asked or said anything about getting together again, although it was certain they’d see each other before the wedding. But he liked that she didn’t cling to him. He knew he wasn’t a very good prospect to cling to, anyhow.
He called his LPO, Kyle Lansdowne, overdue to check in.
“You getting rest?” Kyle asked.
“Yes, even took a nap this morning.”
“Long night?”
“Actually not. We had the rehearsal and dinner last night at Stephanie’s in-laws. Nice people.”
“Glad to hear it.”
“Actually feels kind of fuckin’ normal up here. I’m relaxing, Kyle.”
“Yeah, until you meet someone. Luke, you be real careful with your behavior, hear me? Maybe caution on the side of keepin’ it zipped?”
“I understand,” he said, not wanting to find out what Kyle would think of his breakfast date.
“And use this time to get some rest. Next workup, I want you in it, but I also want you whole.”
“Roger that.”
“Say hi to Stephanie for me,” Kyle said. Luke could hear their toddler, Brandon, in the background.
“You babysitting again, Kyle?”
“Fuckin’ A. Someone’s got to pay the bills.”
Christy was a successful realtor, and made far more money than her SEAL husband. But she also had a tendency to spend more than most the rest of the wives combined.
Luke showered and decided to stop in at a Navy recruiter, as was his custom when he traveled. Most of the men and women who worked there were more than happy to have an active duty SEAL for their young prospects to talk to, ask questions of. The office was sparsely populated, although all the branches of service had offices in the same building. A pool table was in one of the big meeting rooms. A video was streaming in the corner, showing training tapes just above a table filled with recruiting information.
Luke watched a Navy SEAL video showing a boat crew barreling down a river somewhere, firing guns and soaking the surrounding riverbanks with twenty-foot plumes of water. The virtues of joining the Teams were being extolled between scenes of gunfire and water blasting. One segment read: Enjoy Wildlife. In the background, the SWCC boat crew was silent until a large sea bass leapt in front of the boat. The gunner in front shot it, causing it to fall into their boat. That clip always made Luke laugh.
He spent a few minutes talking with the recruiters there, and with a couple of the boys who were inquiring about life in the military. He was always happy to talk to them, although the hero worship he saw in their eyes did make him a little uncomfortable. He never thought of himself as a very big deal. Especially not now.
Luke also knew every man’s journey was his own. Every man’s pain was his own to deal with. But asking for help was the hardest part…and something they all had to do.
He
He sank into a deep sleep in her arms.
He woke up refreshed, but alone in the bed. The sun had dipped lower, telling him it wasn’t early evening yet, but he’d spent the day sleeping, with the curtains open. It was a very hopeful sign.
“Julie?” he called out, not seeing her clothes on the floor. No sounds came from the closet or bathroom. “Julie, are you still here?”
There was no answer.
He fell backwards into the bed, worried he’d done something to set her off. Her scent was still in the sheets, but the place where her body had lain was cold. He missed her terribly.
He got up, searching the room, looking for evidence she had been there on the off chance this had all been a dream, like so many of the other dreams he’d been having lately. On the dresser, near the TV, he found a note.
Thank you for breakfast. Just had some things I needed to do for the wedding, and thought I’d give you some space. Try to get some rest.
He fingered the note, the swirling, perfect script of her cursive handwriting. It was nice of her to leave it for him, but it was also nice of her to give him some room. She’d not asked or said anything about getting together again, although it was certain they’d see each other before the wedding. But he liked that she didn’t cling to him. He knew he wasn’t a very good prospect to cling to, anyhow.
He called his LPO, Kyle Lansdowne, overdue to check in.
“You getting rest?” Kyle asked.
“Yes, even took a nap this morning.”
“Long night?”
“Actually not. We had the rehearsal and dinner last night at Stephanie’s in-laws. Nice people.”
“Glad to hear it.”
“Actually feels kind of fuckin’ normal up here. I’m relaxing, Kyle.”
“Yeah, until you meet someone. Luke, you be real careful with your behavior, hear me? Maybe caution on the side of keepin’ it zipped?”
“I understand,” he said, not wanting to find out what Kyle would think of his breakfast date.
“And use this time to get some rest. Next workup, I want you in it, but I also want you whole.”
“Roger that.”
“Say hi to Stephanie for me,” Kyle said. Luke could hear their toddler, Brandon, in the background.
“You babysitting again, Kyle?”
“Fuckin’ A. Someone’s got to pay the bills.”
Christy was a successful realtor, and made far more money than her SEAL husband. But she also had a tendency to spend more than most the rest of the wives combined.
Luke showered and decided to stop in at a Navy recruiter, as was his custom when he traveled. Most of the men and women who worked there were more than happy to have an active duty SEAL for their young prospects to talk to, ask questions of. The office was sparsely populated, although all the branches of service had offices in the same building. A pool table was in one of the big meeting rooms. A video was streaming in the corner, showing training tapes just above a table filled with recruiting information.
Luke watched a Navy SEAL video showing a boat crew barreling down a river somewhere, firing guns and soaking the surrounding riverbanks with twenty-foot plumes of water. The virtues of joining the Teams were being extolled between scenes of gunfire and water blasting. One segment read: Enjoy Wildlife. In the background, the SWCC boat crew was silent until a large sea bass leapt in front of the boat. The gunner in front shot it, causing it to fall into their boat. That clip always made Luke laugh.
He spent a few minutes talking with the recruiters there, and with a couple of the boys who were inquiring about life in the military. He was always happy to talk to them, although the hero worship he saw in their eyes did make him a little uncomfortable. He never thought of himself as a very big deal. Especially not now.
Luke also knew every man’s journey was his own. Every man’s pain was his own to deal with. But asking for help was the hardest part…and something they all had to do.
He
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