Page 86 of The Soldier

Damn, it’s good to see her.

And I was losing my mind watching Trina.

I top off Sacha’s drink and hand her the glass, while we grin at one another.

“I heard you got out of the military.” She nods to my arm. “Doesn’t look like it.”

“Yup, I’m working private now.” I lift it and feel the strain on my stitches. It’s been less than a week and I’m ready for them to come out.

I still have weeks.

“Fell down the stairs.” I smile.

“Sure. Ever considered a desk job like your brother?” Sacha shakes her head as she laughs.

“Maybe one day.”

I feel the urge, maybe because of how close we once were, to tell her how I’ve been feeling and what I’ve been thinking.

I wanted to do this with Trina. To get close to her but she’s like a damn brick wall. Now bringing Roger here, I’m starting to think she isn’t who I thought she was.

“You’re not getting any younger, Marsh.”

“Excuse me,Marsh,” Trina says and pushes between us, grabbing a bottle of vodka. Her brows lift, glaring at me as she slides back out.

I bite the side of my mouth to stop from smiling.

Then watch her walk over to Roger.

Sacha drops her face and chuckles as she takes a small sip of her drink.

“Sorry about that.” I run a hand over my hair.

Trina pours two shots of vodka and clinks glasses with Roger. He tosses it back and shoots me a dark look.

“Still upsetting all the pretty girls, I see.” Sacha giggles.

I groan, propping my hip against the counter. “It’s complicated.”

If she was anyone else, I would’ve just thrown my hands in the air and told Roger to go have fun. That I’d fucked her sweet pussy and had what I wanted.

One and done.

That couldn’t be further from the truth.

I don’t know what it feels like to be married but this overwhelming possession is new to me.

The more I wonder why he didn’t confess to knowing me, the more curious I am.

Nothing is making sense or adding up.

Cassy and Sacha start chatting and I slide my glass of whisky onto the counter. It’s the same one I’ve been nursing all night. I’m on antibiotics so I shouldn’t be drinking anything.

“Back in a minute,” I say as nature calls and head into the house and down the hall to the bathrooms. There’re a couple of people waiting so I make idle chatter and wait.

A minute or two later, the last guy comes out and I hold the door above his head. “Thanks, man.”

I push it farther open and walk in when a flash of red crosses past me. Then the door bangs shut, and Trina stands before me with her hands on her hips.

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