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Be happy with Hannah.
Blake made his way back to the room and found it dark. The moonlight spilled through the glass door behind him and cast shadows across the room, highlighting Hannah’s frame under the blankets.
Blake stripped down and crawled into the bed behind her, wrapping his arm around her waist. He pulled her into him and pressed his mouth against the back of her neck.
“I’m sorry for being such a dick.”
She didn’t say anything, but he knew she was awake.
“I just want to move on with my life. I don’t want to hang onto the past anymore.”
Hannah still didn’t say anything, and Blake sighed.
“Good night, Hannah.”
HANNAH LISTENED FOR Blake’s breathing to even out before she relaxed, wiping at the hot tears trailing down her cheeks. She’d been hoping he’d be okay with talking about Jenny, finally sharing that part of himself with her, but she should have known that he wasn’t ready.
The question was, would he ever be?
Chapter Thirty-Five
BLAKE WHOOPED AS Charge located Travis Johnson, one of his newest squad members. It was Wednesday, and the sun was shining down, hinting that in just a month, summer would be here. After working together so hard with Charge, Blake was extremely comfortable telling Best that the dog would be ready for the search and rescue competition in Montana.
Blake grabbed Charge gently by the ears and kissed him on top of his head. “That’s a good boy.”
Charge put his paws up on Blake’s shoulders, and unprepared for the massive hound’s weight, Blake lost his balance and fell back. Subjected to wet doggy kisses, Blake laughed.
“Hey, Kline! Stop making love to that dog, you’ve got a phone call.”
Blake climbed to his feet and grabbed Charge’s leash before addressing his squad.
“All right, guys, let’s head in.”
Once Blake got his squad situated in study hall, he took the call in his office.
“Sergeant Kline.”
“Sergeant Kline, this is Colonel Major at Fort Hood.”
Blake’s heart slammed. Colonel Major had sent a letter a month ago, telling him about a memorial they had made to honor those they had lost and that Jenny would be included. The letter had been to invite him to the ceremony, but he’d never responded.
He still wasn’t ready to go back to Texas.
“Hello, Sergeant Kline?”
“Yes, I’m here. What can I do for you, Colonel?
“Well, I am calling in regards to your late wife, Jennifer Kline. We sent you a letter last month about the monument to honor those who lost their lives in service and support for the US military, and we are inviting friends and family of the deceased to come down. We’ll be opening it up on Memorial Day weekend. We’ve made several attempts to call you, but you haven’t responded.”
Because I’ve just been deleting your voicemails.
“I’m sorry, I can’t.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, but if you change your mind—”
“I won’t,” Blake said firmly.
“I understand. There is an information packet that has been mailed to you, just in case. I appreciate your time, and good luck, Sergeant.”
