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“Yeah. You’re right. ” He saw the brief flash of surprise in Max’s eyes, then it was back to that ice calm, I-can-break-your-neck-with-my-mind look. Ben might have grinned at the thought, except the man code required that he keep his hackles up the requisite amount of time. “Can you get your ass away from the door? Don’t worry. I won’t ask you to open it for me. ”
“That would be smart. ”
Unlike Ben, Max wasn’t posturing. He was obviously still pissed.
Ah hell and Jesus. Therapy is making me such a pussy. Ben sighed. “If you ever tell her this, I’ll kill you, but there’s something about her… Sometimes it’s like she’s a mom, the kind I can snap at, but she’ll love me anyway, even as she’ll bust my balls for mouthing off, and I’m looking for the ball-busting, you know? But mom or not, she deserves way more respect than that. I’ve heard you. Okay?’
Max considered that, nodded. “I don’t think of her as a mom at all. ”
“Relieved to hear it. Else I’d park you on the shrink’s couch with me and tell you to stay the hell away from her. ”
This time Max answered with a tentative curving of lips, but Ben saw the conflict in his eyes. He stepped closer, put a hand on Max’s broad shoulder. Jesus, the guy was built like a fucking tank. They should put bets on him and Peter mud wrestling one night. Though it would be way more fun to see Marcie and Dana go at it. In thongs. He’d rather not entertain that visual of Peter and Max, though Marcie and Dana would probably love it. Even if Dana only got the visuals through Marcie’s description.
“I get it. She’s your girl, and you’re going to kick my ass if I don’t treat her right. Good. She deserves that. Though if I tell her you think she needs defending, she’s going to kick your ass. Keep that in mind. ”
With a wink, Ben got into the car.
* * * * *
Yes, she’d completely lost her mind. Camping. Showing the depths of her insanity, she would have given him the whole week if he wanted it, but she understood now that five or six days was as long as he could be away before Amanda had problems with his absence. She took Monday and Tuesday off, with the plan being they’d return on Tuesday night and he’d go see Amanda on Wednesday.
They were headed for the Rio Grande area, but as he’d indicated, they broke up the trip with an overnight in Houston to visit with Gayle Kirby and do some chores around the house for her. Gayle’s husband Charles was currently deployed. As a matter of course, SEALs like Max or Dale, as well as SEALs not currently on active missions, tended to keep tabs on SEAL families when their men were gone, to help out where needed.
It made her think again about Eric, the SEAL who’d hoped to get Max’s mother and sister to move into a duplex. If all SEALs had the same commitment to personal responsibility, she imagined the guilt had weighed heavily on the man’s mind, likely as much as Max’s. But from what Max had said, Janet expected her SEAL had helped Eric accept that some things were beyond a man’s control, no matter how bitter a pill that was to swallow.
Her SEAL. She liked the sound of that.
Gayle had three rambunctious boys, ages four to nine. Max quickly employed them in the yard work, telling Gayle to take a couple hours to rest her feet. Watching from the front bay window, Janet smiled at the sight of the four-year-old carrying small, mostly ineffectual handfuls of leaves to the wheelbarrow while Max pruned, trimmed, mowed and had the two older boys weeding and dragging cut limbs. He had an easy way with children, direct and not patronizing. His authoritative, no-nonsense attitude commanded the children’s respect and attention.
She could have watched him all day, but she turned her attention to giving Gayle a hand with the breakfast dishes and getting some laundry started so the mother could have a portion of those couple of hours Max had indicated.
Gayle was also watching over another SEAL wife, Jenny Reid. Jenny lived up the road, but she was seven months pregnant with her first child, so she was now staying with Gayle until the baby came. She was a baby herself, barely twenty years old, and though she smiled and shook Janet’s hand, and was cordial to Max, Janet could tell the pregnancy was putting her through a rough time. After she and Gayle got the mother-to-be settled for a nap on the patio lounge chair in the back, they sat down to share an iced tea on the sun porch, where they could watch over her. Max and the boys occasionally came into view as they dumped bagged leaves in a compost heap in the side yard. Gayle’s property seemed to encompass a couple acres.
“It’s a blessing and a curse,” Gayle noted, watching the boys wrestle with Max. He picked up the oldest one, tossed him into the leaves, then had to do it to all of them, though he was of course far more gentle about it with the four-year-old. “They never stop missing their dad, and when any of these guys come through, it gives them that sense of him. Which is wonderful, but it makes me miss Charles all the more. ”
“I can’t imagine how difficult that is. ” Janet thought about Max’s text from the other day. I miss you already. She knew it was the stage of their relationship, that heady, falling-in-love feeling where no amount of time was enough, but even so, she wondered if, for a couple truly in love, that feeling ever went away.
She’d never considered herself such a romantic, but the feeling hadn’t waned in the slightest between Matt and Savannah, and they’d been married the longest of the K&A team. Not so long really, but she’d seen the same thing between elderly couples sitting together in the park. Perhaps time and maturity taught a couple how to manage it, tone it down in public, but they couldn’t hide the fact they felt complete only when they were with one another.
At least, she hoped and suspected that was the way love was. The kind of love she might be willing to consider with Max in the long term. That was an even scarier thought than camping.
“No, it’s not easy, but you figure it out. ” Gayle sobered, glancing toward the lounge chair. Jenny shifted, but from the slackness of her wrist, the fact the book she’d been reading was now pressed to her belly, it appeared she’d drifted off into a doze. “I’ll have to have Max take care of her swollen ankles. He gives a hell of a foot massage. ”
Thinking of the back massage he’d given her in the shower, Janet shivered. Catching it, Gayle nodded. “Yep, you can thank me for that, sister. I taught him how to give a proper massage when I was pregnant with my second one, but you can’t train anyone to have those kinds of hands. A strong man massaging your feet… Oh my God, there’s nothing like it. ” She took a bracing swig of tea. “And getting one when he’s not expecting sex out of it—or rushing it so he can get sex out of it—that’s pretty much God’s miracle, right there. ”
She gave Janet a devilish grin. “Of course, I sort of had the opposite problem with Max. I was in my second trimester, when all you want to do is have sex all the time, and here’s this gorgeous guy with a body like they all have. I wanted to stick my husband’s face on him and have my way with him. Poor Max is lucky he made it out with his virtue intact. ”
It startled a laugh out of Janet. Gayle grinned even wider. “I don’t usually talk so plain, but you seem the type to appreciate it. ”
“I do. ”
The women glanced back toward the patio as Jenny turned away from them, put a pillow between her knees. Her book had been set aside.
“I’m not sure if she’s going to make it. ” Gayle shook her head. “SEALs have a pretty high divorce rate. ”
“Eighty percent,” Janet recalled Max’s words.
Gayle lifted a shoulder. “The reasons are kind of obvious. But when you’re so young, like Jenny, it’s hard to put it together in that first phase. You’ve met this alpha, no-holds-barred, high-testosterone guy who can face down anything. The swooning damsel inside all of us just melts. What you don’t realize until you’re in it is your alpha hero is going to be out saving the world most of the time. He’s going to be gone for months at a time, leaving at the drop of a hat, returning God-knows-wh
en, so he’s only going to get to be your hero for limited periods of time.
“While he’s off somewhere, you have to become the hero of your own life—handling all the crises with kids, bills, family, the car breaking down. On a good day, you get really mad about it, thinking he’s out there playing with his guns while you’re sorting laundry and dealing with colic. On a bad day, you think he might be shot, captured…that you may never see him again. Each of those reactions comes with their own kind of stress. But then you see him standing in the door, and you have this little good death, seeing him there. When you have your arms wrapped around him and the kids are grabbing hold of any part you don’t already have, you want to hold on to that one moment forever. ”
Gayle blinked, laughed as Janet handed her a tissue. “Yeah, thanks. Don’t tell Max I welled up. I’m the supreme SEAL wife, the example for all the others. But I get what Jenny’s dealing with. At a certain point you pass the ‘all clear’ sign, so to speak. You’ve figured it out, intuitively, and you know the two of you will make it, because you’ve worked it out in your head, accepted what is. But until you reach that point, it can be a tough road. I’ve told Charles it’s the wives’ version of BUD/S, only it can go on for years for us, rather than just a few months. Even now, I sleep on his side of the bed when he’s gone, as if it’s how I can be the closest to him. ”
She pursed her lips. “Sorry. God, listen to me. I’m talking too much. ”
Janet shook her head. “If you’re the supreme SEAL wife, I’m thinking you don’t get to talk about the way you feel too often. Beyond using it as a tool, an example to help other women. ”
Gayle’s expression shifted from mild embarrassment to a warm gratitude, and she touched Janet’s hand in simple solidarity. “In my own defense, you have a great listening ear. Not to mention an obvious strength to you. It’s nice to be around. ”