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He also had a standing monthly video chat with her arranged through a buddy's account so the media wouldn't catch wind of it. No wonder he confused her. Tor stayed in closer contact with Blythe than anyone else in his life.
They weren't engaged. They weren't even dating.
"I get worried on the days you don't text," she offered to his silent contemplation.
It was an admission of sorts. One that made his own actions less difficult to acknowledge.
"I am sorry, but some days it's radio silence."
"I understand. Of course, I do."
"Be assured if you have not heard from me, no one has," he reiterated.
"That doesn't make me feel better."
He could not fix that.
Tor was part of an elite team and their assignments didn't allow for daily communication outside the military. Prince, or not.
Tor had more freedom than most because he had a state of the art, secure satellite phone and computer. His sister-in-law had made sure of that.
Which is why he used it to contact his oldest brother once a month and speak to whoever chose to be available during that call.
"You should call your family more," Blythe said after a few seconds of silence.
"Should I?"
"Yes." He could just see her giving him that sassy look that turned him on. Every single time.
"You have very firm opinions for someone whose own family barely qualifies for the term."
"So, I know how not to be," she shot back. "It isn't right that Else and I hear from you more often than they do."
"Else does not."
Tor had very little time to spend texting or emailing, much less calling. His squad had constant assignments. Others spent a lot of time sitting around waiting to act, but not his elite group.
"But she's your best friend."
"She is my oldest friend." Else no longer had the distinction of being his closest friend.
That title went to Blythe, but he was sure she would get squirrely if he said so. So, he did not.
"I should tell you not to text me as much, to spend more time on communication with your family." Blythe said, sounding guilty but not convincing despite that.
"Is that what you want me to do?" he asked, having no intention of changing his behavior.
He relied on his connection to Blythe to keep him thinking straight, though he wasn't about to say so. It would reveal a weakness he was neither proud of, nor remotely willing to acknowledge out loud.
"No."
Unexpected relief washed through him that she was not asking him to cut back their communication.
"I like hearing from you." Once again she sounded like she was admitting something shameful.
"Good."
"You had no intention of changing regardless," she accused.
