And if I fucked her maybe that would do it.
“Don’t throw away this opportunity to heal. To grow, even.”
My throat got tight. “I did all my growing up in Kabul.”
“Kabul,” he whispered. “I remember.”
He had gone through hell, too.
“Do you remember?” he said softly. “Remember that day?”
“What?
God, I was a bull in a china shop with any matters of the heart.
BecauseI was a SEAL in a designer suit. But a SEAL, no less.
Cameron stepped closer. “Listen, if ever you feel ready to see someone let me know.”
“Someone?” I knew what this was.
Cameron was hinting there were shadows within me I needed to explore with a therapist. Subconscious residue from Afghanistan.
“Henry is having success in that regard,” Cole said. “He asked me to share that with you. He told me to tell you—”
“No,” I said quickly. “I’m fine. Don’t need anything like that. I’m perfectly capable of sorting all that out in my head.”
I hated thinking about it…
Sand everywhere. No privacy. Constant gunfire. Friends who disappeared from my side.
The mountainous regions of Afghanistan.
A reconnaissance mission.
A lion emerging from a sandstorm.
Henry’s life being threatened.
A decision had to be made.
And I made it.
“Where were you just then?” asked Cameron.
“I’m here where I need you to be,” I snapped.
His raised an index finger to indicate he was about to say something profound.
“What?”
“There will be pain before there is peace,” he said quietly, then turned and walked away.
Trying to decipher his words, I watched him leave.
Why did Cole always have to come up with a brain tease?
Either way, he’d left the decision regarding Rue up to me.