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“Does she know Winthrop’s appeal was thrown out?” My entire body shut down at my girl’s question.
“No. Neither did I. I guess the fucker gets to live another year,” I voiced in a hard tone.
I also needed to speak with my asshat of a best friend because he has been keeping things from me.
My girl gave me a gentle look, and I turned toward her palm when she tenderly caressed my face in a soothing gesture.
“I missed you,” I whispered, and she closed her eyes as she tried to control the hurt rising inside her.
“Don’t,” she said.
“I’m sorry I left,” I continued, like she hadn’t just spoken. “But I had to do something. Seeing Elise like that and knowing I couldn’t have stopped them even if I tried. It broke me.”
“I understand. You don’t need to apologize to me. It’s not like we were involved or anything.”
“Don’t do that. You know that’s not true.”
“Even if it wasn’t. It doesn’t change where we’re at now.”
“I know. Winthrop’s plan.”
Everything we did. Everything we were. It always came back to this. To them. The motherfucking American Chapter of the Network.
“What are you doing in Spain? I thought they stationed you in Coronado?”
“I am, but they summoned my team to Rota for a special mission,” I told her.
The NAVSTA Rota Rear Admiral invited our team over to train a new set of soldiers because we were the best of the best.
Take Statham, for example. He moved to the US in his late teens when his mother married his stepfather and became an American citizen (although if you ask him, he’ll tell you he’s an Aussie all the way).
When he turned eighteen, he enlisted in the Navy and went through BUD/S. They then invited him to sniper school and became the most lethal marksman, with a record for the longest confirmed kill shot in history.
“How is your sister?” I changed the subject.
“She’s good, she’s growing up.” Sarah pulled out her phone and showed me an eight-year-old kid with a mouthful of braces.
“She’s a beauty,” I smiled.
“I know, and stupidly boy crazy.” She rolled her eyes.
“What about you?” I asked her with an impassive face.
“What about me?”
“Do you have someone in your life?”
Easy. Don’t go all gorilla on her or she won’t answer your question. Something told me I was failing miserably, however, when my body tightened.
“Do you?”
Did she just avoid my question?
“No one serious. It’s hard to maintain a relationship when you can be deployed for long periods of time. I know some people do it, but I’m not one of them. If I’m going to be with someone, I want to give it my all. You?”
“I’m not involved with anyone.”
“Why not?”
