by Leah Atwood
Texas Wildflowers Novelette Series
Free to Love
Free to Heal
Free to Protect
Free to Serve
Free to Roam
Free to Forgive
Mail-Order Short Stories and Novelettes
The Ultimatum Bride
A Man to Be Proud Of
Their First Noelle
The Not Quite Mail-Order Bride
The Mail-Order Bride’s Quilt
Riches of the Heart
The Most Wonderful Bride of the Year
That Was Then Excerpt
Enjoy this excerpt from That Was Then, Book One of Leah’s new Always Faithful series available here:
Twenty minutes later, they’d confined all his belongings to a multitude of olive-colored duffel bags, black trunks, and a single suitcase he’d inherited from his first barracks roommate back when he’d first arrived at the air station.
He drove ahead of Jared, following the loop around the barracks and then to the main road. Up ahead, the digital commissary sign flashed the week’s grocery specials. In a matter of seconds, it became a memory as he drove past the guard shack and off base.
The reflection of the lit-up welcome sign caught his eye in the rearview mirror. “MCAS New River. PARDON OUR NOISE. It’s The Sound Of Freedom.”
Emotions filled his lungs. He took a deep breath and used an exhale to push them out. Man, he’d loved that sign as a newbie. Twenty-three years old and finally doing something with his life, he was fulfilling his childhood dream of serving his country. He was one of the Few, one of the Proud. A Marine. Ready to face any obstacle or fight thrown his way.
What a difference five years made. Not all had changed. He still wanted to serve his country. He was a Marine, even after his official discharge—once a Marine, always a Marine. But ready to fight?
He was bone weary.
Even the strongest, bravest man could only see so much carnage before needing an end—or a new beginning. He’d reached that point. Not on the first deployment. Not the night Mike died during the last, but in the midst of a homecoming celebration when Janie came to show her support for a squadron returning without her husband. He’d beat them home a few months prior. In a coffin.
Sorrow haunted her smile as she courageously gave him, Evan, and Jared a hug to welcome them home. Their best friend’s widow, like a sister to them. Her presence in the hangar that day made Mike’s absence more pronounced.
One of their family was gone, the dynamic among them forever altered.
Wasn’t that the nature of life? Ever changing, never idle.
What he wouldn’t give to reach out a hand and latch on to those carefree days of youth, if only for a moment. To spend the night under the stars, deep in the woods on an impromptu camping trip. To fall in love again without jaded eyes that had witnessed a widow’s despair. To have the future ahead of him with the naiveté of one without life experience.
The image of a lost love flittered across his memory. Even carefree days had their costs. Utopia didn’t exist—not in the way he craved.
He’d have to wait until he got to Heaven, and he found comfort knowing he’d see Mike there one day. His faith was weak, but he still believed. Had to believe.
Jared’s house appeared. Wyatt blinked, realizing he’d driven on autopilot. He’d been there enough to know the way from muscle memory. Parking along the curb, he left the driveway open for Jared to back the truck up to the garage.
They fell into easy banter as they unloaded his belongings into his temporary home. When all the trunks were neatly stacked in the garage and most of the duffel bags stacked beside them, Wyatt threw the bag with his pillow and blanket over his shoulder and rolled the suitcase into the spare room.
A futon was pushed against the far wall, and a bookshelf on the right wall stored a combination of books and movies. Beige paint covered the walls. The room was stark, nothing to make it a home, but it beat staying in a hotel. Jared wouldn’t accept money for rent, but Wyatt planned to slip him a check to cover utilities. It was the least he could do.
He slipped out of his dusty shirt and pulled a navy-blue Henley over his head. His jeans were clean enough. He ran a comb through his hair, then met Jared in the living room.
Jared handed him a key. “You’ll need this. The same key opens all the doors, including the door from the garage.”
“Thanks.” Wyatt added it to his keychain. “Riding together or separate?”
“Together if you don’t mind taking your car. I need a fill-up, and we’re already pushing the time I told Evan.”
“That’s fine.” He patted his pocket, mentally checking off his list of wallet, phone, keys.
Walking to his late-model Land Cruiser, he hit the key fob to unlock the doors. Even the used model had pushed his predetermined budget, but he’d negotiated a once-in-a-lifetime deal. Paired by a hefty down payment, he’d gotten the vehicle he’d wanted. One of the few good aspects of multiple deployments with tax-free combat pay.
He’d rather have Mike and several other comrades alive.
Rejoice. Let go of the grief for tonight.
The truth was, he’d struggled more with Mike’s death in the last week than he had in the last month or so. The only reason he could figure for the sudden attack was guilt for separating from the Marine Corps. Starting a new phase of life was an act Mike would never get to experience.
He hopped in the front seat and buckled.
Jared did the same and automatically tuned the radio to a local country station. “How can you drive in silence?”
“I don’t, usually.” He didn’t mention he’d been too lost in thought on the way over to realize the quiet. They’d forged a fragile semblance of a celebratory attitude, and he wouldn’t ruin the mood.
The Western Cattle Company Steakhouse was a short ten-minute drive from Jared’s house. Pulling into the parking lot, Wyatt scouted for an empty spot.
“It’s packed tonight.” Jared pointed to the door. “Check out the line. Hopefully, the gang’s already inside with our names on the list.”
“I thought they called ahead?”
“Lance was supposed to. So . . . I doubt it?”
Wyatt laughed. “Chances are we’ll be waiting a while.”
After several minutes of circling, a tiny sports car backed out of a spot, and Wyatt maneuvered in with little room left on the sides.
A familiar car parked two spaces away.
An odd feeling crept over him. “That’s odd.”
“What are you muttering about?”
He pointed at the couple. “Why’s Janie here with Evan?”
Jared turned his neck to see. “I doubt they are here together. They probably just carpooled.”
“It’s weird.”
“Why?” Jared scrunched his face.
“Janie . . . is Mike’s widow.”
“And?” Jared shrugged then unbuckled. “Didn’t we all promise Mike we’d look after her if something happened?”
“Yeah, but…” He dropped the protest. “It just threw me off guard seeing Janie with another man—but you’re right. Janie probably didn’t want to arrive alone. I’m glad she came, though. Tonight wouldn’t be the same without her.”
“She wouldn’t have missed it. For better or worse, she’s family.”
Wyatt’s phone rang. A number he didn’t recognize from his hometown. “It could be about a job. I’ll meet you inside in a minute.”
Jared nodded and hopped out, headed for the entrance.
After sliding the screen to answer the call, he put the phone to his ear. “Wyatt Deluca, speaking.”
Sniffles answered him. “Wyatt? It’s Meg.”
His heart clenched. The sound of her tears nearly unraveled him. Even after all these years. “Are you okay?”
More sniffles, then the sound of a nose blowing. “No.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I need you.”
Those three little words. As if he
didn’t have enough going on in his life jerking his emotions around. “What’s going on?”
“Mama died.”
