My eyes slid shut, and I counted as I took steady breaths, until the need to cry hysterically, to throw things at the lot fate had decided I was worthy of, had passed.
Then I looked at Beckett, realizing he’d retreated a few feet to lean against the wall, as if he’d sensed my need for space. But his eyes were locked on mine, the set of his mouth as stoic as I would imagine a special ops guy to be—as Ryan was.
“Thank you.” I handed the letter back to him in the envelope.
“I’m sorry that I’m here, and he’s not.”
“Why don’t you think you’re worthy of love? Of family? Everyone’s worthy of family.” Even when I was at my lowest, I’d always known that. If it wasn’t my parents, then it was Grandma, or Ryan, or Larry and Ada. Now it was my kids, too. What had happened to this guy that he didn’t have that?
He pushed off the wall, walking past me toward the kitchen, leaving the letter on the closest counter. “He wanted to be here, you know. He was getting out at his ETS date, already told the commander he wasn’t re-upping. He had every intention of being here for you from the moment he knew about Maisie.” Beckett opened the refrigerator, taking out two bottles of water, and blatantly ignored what I’d asked.
I rounded the corner of the island to follow him.
“Yeah, well, he’d said that before, right after the twins were born. He came home on leave and with them both asleep on his chest, he promised me he was getting out. That he’d come home where he was needed. Funny thing, he didn’t even last the month of leave before his phone rang, and he packed his bags and left. I stopped believing him after that. I don’t put a lot of faith in pretty promises, even from men who say they love me. Now as for you, you quit a job you obviously loved and moved across the world simply to fulfill Ryan’s request. That’s loyalty. That’s the very definition of family, and I can’t figure out why you wouldn’t think you deserve it when you have it.”
He unscrewed the first lid and took a deep drink, then put the bottle on the counter and handed me the other. I took it out of habit, not because I was thirsty.
“You heading to Denver for Maisie’s surgery in the morning?”
“You always dodge questions?”
A smile flashed across his face and was gone just as fast as it had appeared. “I’m not here for me. I’m here for you.”
Every time he said that, I felt a tiny piece of the mortar in my emotional walls crack. Not enough to bring them down, or even weaken them. But it was there all the same, just waiting to expand and grow. No one had ever stuck around for me, let alone did what Beckett had done.
Not that this was permanent.
“You shouldn’t be. You have a life. No matter what Ryan said in that letter, I’m not your responsibility. No matter how close you two were, you’re very much a stranger. I appreciate every offer you’ve made, and what you’ve gone through to fulfill Ryan’s wish, but this is too much.” My words were harsh, but I kept my voice soft. I didn’t want to hurt him.
“I’m not leaving.” He echoed my tone.
Funny how the conversation was the same as the first time we met, but the connotation was so very different, and that made all the difference. I wasn’t trying to shove Beckett out as much as I was trying to release him.
“You will.” Just like Ryan had. Just like Jeff and Dad. Depending on Beckett would be the most foolish thing I could possibly do.
His jaw flexed, and he looked away for a moment. When his gaze returned, his eyes were a little harder. “I guess you’re just going to have to wait and see.”
Tension stretched the length of the kitchen between us, palpable enough to cut…or maybe to tie us together—the soldier and the woman he was honor bound to watch over.
“I’d better get going.” I left my unopened bottle on the counter and walked past Beckett, through the hallway, and to the front door.
“I know this surgery is going to be tough. On her, on you. Please promise me that you’ll call if you need anything.”
I looked over my shoulder to see him standing in the hallway about five feet behind me. There was determination on his face, but that sorrow was back in his eyes. I owed this man nothing and knew even less about him, other than the fact that Ryan had trusted him.
I opened the door and stepped into the fresh air, wishing it could clear my muddled, overfull brain. But the thought pounded at me mercilessly, until I let it in—Beckett couldn’t keep his promise to Ryan if I didn’t let him. While I was many things, cruel wasn’t one of them.
“I promise.”
It wasn’t a lie, because I had no intention of needing anything from Beckett. Pulling the door shut behind me, I left his cabin and headed back to mine. Now that I knew the truth, I could stop letting the guy invade my thoughts and get back to what I needed to focus on.
Maisie.
Chapter Nine
Beckett
Letter #11
Chaos,
I missed Colt’s Thanksgiving play yesterday. He was the Pilgrim with the line that invited the Native Americans to the feast. He practiced his lines for weeks. Talked about it constantly.
And I missed it.
Maisie wasn’t strong enough to come home after her first session of chemo. Her cell counts dropped, and they wouldn’t let us leave Denver until they rose to safe levels. It happens, at least that’s what I’ve been told by one of the other moms here. Her name is Annie, and she’s been a godsend these last two weeks. Her little boy is here, and I guess you could say she’s taken me under her wing. The learning curve is unforgivably steep.
We’ve been in Denver for almost two weeks now. It’s the best Children’s Hospital in Colorado, and it’s where her oncologist is based, but I found out a few days after we got here that it’s also not in our insurance network. How funny that I never thought about things like that before.
Why can’t I keep my thoughts straight? Even my letters are scattered now, but so is my brain.
So yeah, two weeks, and I missed Colt’s play. Ada went and taped it for me, but it’s not the same. He put on such a brave face when we FaceTimed right after, but I know I let him down. I swore when they were born I’d never let them down, and now no matter what I do, one of them suffers for it.
How is that fair? I see the parents here who take shifts between the mom and dad, or the parents with only one child, and I feel this pang of horrid, selfish longing for what they have—the ability to balance.
I know, in the scheme of things, missing the play isn’t a big deal. It’s the first of many, right? There’s loads coming for him that I can be there for, and Maisie needs me right now. But I can’t help but feel like it’s the first drop in the bucket, and I’m so scared it’s going to eventually fill. I missed his first play when I swore I’d never miss anything, and as the doctors are presenting me with treatment plans, I can see how much she’ll miss. How much he will.
Because I didn’t just miss the first play, Maisie did, too. And instead of being on stage, she was in a hospital bed. The docs tell me her counts are on the rise, and they’re hopeful we can go home tomorrow.
God, I hope they’re right.
I hope you guys are getting some semblance of turkey over there, or at least a little downtime. Rest when you can.
~ Ella
…
I rubbed Havoc’s head as I turned the truck through the Solitude gate, then drove along the curved road toward my cabin, passing Ella’s. Her SUV was gone, which meant they must have left for Denver as planned. She’d been here this morning when I’d gone for a training session at my new job, and I’d had a flash of worry that something had changed their plans.
Not that she’d tell me.
Not that I even deserved to know.
She’d killed me last night, asking those questions, calling me a stranger. I’d nearly broken right there, but our circumstances hadn’t changed,
and if being only Beckett let me close enough to help, then I’d bury Chaos next to Ryan. God knew that was mostly the case already. I hadn’t been far off when I’d implied that he’d died on that mission, too.
I didn’t want to lie to Ella—even by omission—but if she knew who I really was, she’d kick me out of her life. Knowing would only lead her to asking questions I couldn’t answer, and even if I did, the truth would exile me just as quickly as her discovery of the lie I’d been living. As long as she didn’t find out, and I kept my feelings in check, I’d be the only one burdened by the ugly truth.
Once Maisie was healed, and Ella didn’t need me anymore, I’d tell her.
I made the turn into my long driveway and then hit the brakes hard enough to bring Havoc to attention.
There was a strange Jeep parked in front of my cabin.
Who the hell could it be? I crept forward slowly, until a familiar figure walked around the side of the Jeep. Tall, broad-shouldered, with dark eyes, hair, and skin; I knew him at first glance.
Captain Donahue.
What could he possibly want?
“It’s okay, girl,” I told Havoc. “Just Donahue.” I parked the truck and got out, Havoc jumping down after me.
“Loose Dog!” I called out the warning as she bounded toward him, knowing full well she wouldn’t attack him.
“Ha, very funny,” he said, dropping down to her level.
She came to a halt directly in front of him and sat on her back haunches as I walked up to him.
“What are you doing here, Donahue?”
“Nice shirt,” he said, nodding at my new Telluride Mountain Rescue shirt.
“What are you doing here?” I repeated.
He sighed and stood up. “Always one for words, aren’t you?” He opened the Jeep door and leaned in, coming back out with a red Kong. “I brought you a present,” he told Havoc. Her ears perked up as he showed it to her, but she didn’t budge when he threw it into the woods. “Seek!” he called, but she still looked at him like he’d lost his mind. “What? You love those things.”
I stood at her side and crossed my arms over my chest.
“She’s really still that stubborn?” he asked, lifting his sunglasses to the top of his head.
“Yep.”
She didn’t even look at me, just kept her eyes trained on him.
“Fine. I was hoping with some time off, we wouldn’t have to retire her…or you.” He shook his head in exasperation.
“Seek.”
With one word, Havoc sprung toward the woods to find her new toy. A smile spread across my face as Donahue rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, yeah. Point proven. She’s yours and always has been. It’s good to see you.”
“Ditto, but you haven’t answered my question. Why are you here?”
“Can we sit?”
I took him to the small patio behind the cabin where a full set of furniture sat in the shade of the three p.m. sun.
“You’re about forty-five days out,” he said as we sat in the red Adirondack chairs.
“Yep,” I said, launching the Kong toward the lake. Havoc was overjoyed to run for it. She’d been put through her paces today in seeking work, keeping her skills honed for finding people, and she was tired but happy.
“I’m here to ask you to reconsider.” He leaned forward a little.
“Nope.”
“Gentry.” He sighed, rubbing the area between his eyebrows. “We’re a team.”
“Not anymore.” My voice dropped.
He looked across the lake to the small island. “Have you been out to see him yet?”
My silence answered.
“There was nothing you could have done for him,” he told me for the hundredth time.
“Yeah, well, that’s where we see things differently.”
Havoc returned, and I pitched the toy again, the familiar motion comforting.
“Do you think this is what he’d really want? You to leave the team? Leave your family? You and Havoc are part of us.”
“I’m doing exactly what he asked.” I pulled the letter from my back pocket and handed it to him.
He read the letter and cursed as he returned it to the envelope. “I should have read the damn thing before I gave it to you.”
“There’s no chance I’m leaving. As much as I appreciate what you’re doing here, I can’t go back. I’m on terminal leave, and in forty-five days, I’ll be out.” I’d be permanently separated from the only life I knew.
“What if there was another option?”
“Unless that option is Mac coming back from the dead, I don’t care. I can’t care. What I want doesn’t matter anymore.”
“I get that. And I understand what you’re doing here. Hell, I admire you for it. It’s the ultimate sacrifice, and I have nothing but respect for you. But I know this…situation won’t go on forever. I don’t want you to turn around and regret this choice.”
I shot him a look that clearly said I wasn’t going to, but he kept going.
“What if I told you that due to the nature of our unit, I have the ability to place you on a kind of temporary disabled list?”
“I’m sorry?”
Havoc brought the Kong back, but I saw the exhaustion in her eyes and motioned for her to lie down. She’d fetch that thing until she dropped unless I gave her the signal, so I gave it.
“It’s not what you think. You’re not…disabled. But it was the only way the higher-ups and I could think to give you an out, here.”
“And the fact that nothing is wrong with me?”
“I think we both know that’s not true,” he said, looking back across at the island. “Look, in the last ten years, you’ve never taken leave.”
“And?”
“And you’re exhausted. Mentally and physically exhausted. So on that basis, the paperwork’s been done. You just have to sign it.”
“I’m not coming back.”
“Not now. But this gives you a year to think it over—longer if you need it. We can extend up to five. Pay, benefits, and easy reentry when you’re ready.”
“I already have a job.” I motioned to my shirt.
“Not one where you make the kind of difference that you do with us. You’re family, Gentry, and you’ll always be welcome. Signing those papers to accept doesn’t promise you’ll come back, it simply gives you the option, which you’re about to lose when your terminal leave ends. Or you sign the declination, and this offer dies immediately.” He stood and took a few steps forward, his eyes on the island. “He really was one of the best, wasn’t he?”
“He was the best of us.”
Donahue turned and walked by me, pausing to put his hand on my shoulder. “The papers are at the special ops center outside of Denver. I emailed you the info for the exact office about an hour ago.”
“What? Didn’t want to leave them here?”
“I figured if I left them here, you’d burn them before you considered what I’m trying to offer.”
I hated that he was right.
“It’s good to see you, Gentry. Rest up. Do what you can for Mac’s family, and when you’re done with his mission, come home.” He handed me Ryan’s letter and left without another word.
There was a flicker in my soul—the restlessness that had lain dormant for a couple of weeks coming back to life. The need to focus on one mission at a time and move on. His offer was temptation, and I couldn’t afford it, not when Ella needed me.
I threw together a bag for me and one for Havoc after checking my email to find the address. Best part of my current job was being on call only, not scheduled, and that didn’t officially start for another week anyway. If I left within the hour, I could be in Denver by ten or so, if the six hours it had taken me to get here was the usual time. In seven hours I could sign the declination
and put an end to any thought of taking Donahue up on his offer. Besides, maybe the trip would cure that little bite of restlessness that had her teeth in me.
Twenty minutes later I walked into the main house, Havoc at my side.
“Mr. Gentry!” Hailey said, perking up as I walked toward her. She batted her lashes and leaned forward. “What can I do for you?”
She was exactly the kind of girl Mac would have gone for. Funny, gregarious, pretty, and interested.
But I was only Ella’s—even if she didn’t know it.
Be nice. Be civil. Use a softer tone. I repeated the reminders in my head, determined to make an effort with the people who mattered to Ella.
“I’m headed to Denver for a few days and just wanted to make sure you knew before I took off.”
“Oh, of course—” The phone rang, and she answered, holding up her finger at me. “Solitude, this is Hailey. Oh, hey, Ella. What?”
Now it was me leaning on the counter.
“Well, do you have to have it? Of course, I realize that. I just meant I could overnight it…”
“What is it?” I asked.
“She left Maisie’s big binder in the office,” she whispered, covering the receiver.
“Her medical one?” That was one thing Ella had at every appointment. It kept every record of her treatments, every written lab result…everything.
Hailey nodded. “I know, Ella, just let me see what I can do…”
I snatched the phone out of Hailey’s hand. “I’ll bring it to you. Have Hailey text me your room number at the hospital.” Before she could argue, I handed the phone back to Hailey. Turning toward the door, I saw Ada coming from the office with the binder in her outstretched hands.
“I heard. She’d just stopped in for a second this morning and left it behind.”
“I’ll take care of it,” I told her.
“I know you will,” she said. “Do you want us to keep Havoc for you?”
My first impulse was a hearty “hell no.” But then Colt’s head popped out of the dining area.
“Havoc!” He raced forward and dropped to his knees to hug her, and she laid her head on his shoulder. “Please? Can we? She can sleep in my bed and everything. I’ll throw her toy and feed her, I promise!”
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