Page 31 of Married to a SEAL

“No,” she said absently. “No, I’m fine.”

“You don’t sound fine.”

She gulped, swallowing back a fresh wave of tears. “I need to get home to the kids. And you need to get back to find out about Patrick. Just promise me you’ll call me as soon as you know anything—no matter what the time, day or night.”

“I give you my word. I’m sorry, Rebecca. This is the worst type of news to get, but he’s holding on. He’s fighting. Patrick is one of the strongest men I know. There’s no way he’s giving up without a fight. And the doctors in Landstuhl are the best.”

She took a shaky breath and exhaled, steeling herself to drive home.

“Right. You’re right. He’s going to be fine.”

“I’ll contact you as soon as I know anything else.”

The phone went dead as she stared out her windshield into the darkness. This had to be a dream. A nightmare. Patrick had been fine when he left—walking out the door in his combat boots and fatigues like he was ready to take over the world.

To think of him hurt and lying alone in a hospital bed?

She shuddered.

“He has to be all right,” she whispered.

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