“Don’t worry. This is a joint endeavor and I had very little to do with the start-up. I was too busy overseas getting my ass shot and saved by someone we both know.”
Mace grimaced as he glanced at his friend’s leg. “You’d have made it out on your own.”
“Maybe. Maybe not.”
What went unsaid was that several of their team hadn’t made it out.
And it was that incident that not only still gave Mace—and very likely Dari—nightmares, it was what had ultimately earned him that damn medal he’d be accepting at some sort of bigwig event that Saturday.
He wondered if it wasn’t too late to hop onto the first transport out. He’d take full-on assault from enemy forces over what he was facing in days.
“That’s how you earned it,” Dari said.
“I was just doing my job.”
“No, Mace, you always do more than your job.”
“You’d have done the same.”
“Would I have? I’d like to think I would. But I don’t know. While I would have ultimately done what was needed, I would have likely hesitated that split second to assess the situation before diving in. You …” Dari fell silent, undoubtedly reflecting on that late afternoon in the mountains of Waziristan when they’d been lied to by villagers and surrounded by enemy forces the instant they were outside town. “You charged straight in, to hell with the consequences.”
“Some would say that’s stupid.”
Dari squinted at him. “If you had hesitated, a leg wound would have been the least of my worries. And you’d have returned home to attend a very different event.”
Mace didn’t even want to consider that possibility. Not then, not now.
“What’s done is done,” he said. “I’d prefer it if everyone looked forward rather than back.”
Dari half-smiled. “Yeah.” He nodded. “Yeah.”
Mace shifted his weight from one foot to the other, wishing the subject done.
“Come on,” Dari said, seeming to pick up on his mindset. “Let’s go into town and grab some grub. I’ve got a favor to ask. Oh, and I hope you don’t mind, I told Megan we’d meet up with her at The Barracks afterward for a drink.”
Mace nearly sighed audibly in relief. “Fine with me.” He’d known Dari’s wife since she was little more than the reason his friend bought acne cream when the occasional zit popped up on his face. He’d only been in town for a few days and he’d enjoy the chance to catch up with her, find out what both of them had been up to outside their working at Lazarus together.
“She’ll be alone, right?” he asked, a thought occurring to him.
“What?”
Damn.
His friend had never been any good at lying. “Hell, Dari, I’m not in town for that long. I’d like to spend some time with my friends before heading back.”
“Surely there’s a little room for some friendly company.”
“No. There isn’t.”
“Aw. She’s a real sweetheart. I promise you’ll like her.”
That was the problem, he thought.
He didn’t want to like anyone. Not right now. Not without knowing where he was going to land in six months, if, in fact, he landed at all.
Not after what had happened the last time he’d tried to make a long-distance relationship work.
“Sorry,” Dari said. “I know you asked me not to do it. And I really haven’t. It’s Megan’s idea. I know how you feel about people knowing your business, so while I made your feelings on the matter known to Meg, I didn’t tell her why you felt that way. Without that …”
Without that, she couldn’t understand why he was adamant about not dating while on this leave.
“You’ll understand if I pass on that drink then,” he said.
Dari looked disappointed, but finally he nodded.
They walked back to the main structure, passing armed recruits making their way out to the state-of-the-art shooting range along the way. He shared his friend’s disappointment. He truly would have enjoyed having a beer with him and Megan tonight. But to be placed next to a woman hoping to be swept off her feet, one who looked at him with big doe eyes, who promised forever and then moved on to someone else while he was overseas …
No.
And that meant a long night stretched out in front of him with nothing to do but stare at his motel room walls.
He could go over to see his grandfather again, but he’d gotten into hot water with the nursing home attendants for having stayed past regular visiting hours once already. He didn’t want to risk having his visitation privileges revoked.
His grandfather …
Mace grinned even as he shook his head. The old man had one foot in the grave and still somehow managed to chase around anything female like a spry twenty-year-old.
Well, okay, maybe a spry twenty-year-old with a walker.
He remembered their last conversation. “Give me something, kid,” Dwayne Harrison had requested that morning. “Good-looking stud like you? Them skirts gotta be falling all over you. Surely you could send some sweet stuff my way.”
Mace had merely smiled.
Oh, he planned to date again. Hopefully soon. Once he was able to get rid of the bad taste Janine had left in his mouth.
Of course, he could always go over and visit his parents. They’d settled back in his father’s hometown five years or so ago when his dad finally retired.
Still, somehow, he didn’t look at their house as home.
And the shadow hands tightened at the thought.
Dari cleared his throat. “I don’t think I’ve had a chance to say it yet, but … well, I was sorry to hear about Janine. You deserve better than what she did to you.”
Mace turned his head so quickly to stare at Dari, his neck cracked. It wasn’t like his friend to mention something so personal in such a casual setting. At least, not without downing a few beers first.
“What?” Dari asked.
Of course, his friend couldn’t know that Mace had no sooner switched his cell phone on after his flight than he’d received a voice mail from the woman in question. He’d stopped dead in the middle of the airport terminal, staring at the notification. He hadn’t heard from her in nearly eight months. What could she possibly want now?
He’d found out soon enough. Her words still reverberated through his mind.
“Welcome
