brothers.
Anything other than that was the last thing on her mind. John Mark and his friend
Andy cornered her after school.
The whole class had signed his cast, but Kaylan didnât want to encourage him. His
constant attention made her uncomfortable.
Andy told her to sign John Markâs cast or she couldnât go home. Kaylan remembered
lifting her chin and trying to hurry past, but Andy caught her and pushed her into
the potted bush growing right next to the front door. Micah had materialized at her
side, his brown eyes burning with anger. He pulled her up, checked to make sure she
was okay, and then in one swift move turned around and gave Andy a black eye.
Even as a middle schooler Micah deemed it âdefending the defenselessâ and his âconstitutional
rightâ despite the principalâs counsel otherwise. He hadnât changed much. She studied
him in the rearview mirror as he opened the door and grabbed his bag. Heâd exchanged
his childhood superhero capes for the uniform of Americaâs elite, and he wore it
proudly. Much like his superheroes, he didnât boast about his position. SEALs rarely
did. Their confidence came from their knowledge of their training and their trust
in one another. They were ready.
Now Kaylan was here to see Micah off. It seemed a bit more real this time. In Alabama
she knew when Micah deployed, prayed for him while he was away, and talked with him
when he called. But now she was here to say good-bye. A lump formed in her throat
as he closed his car door. Nick sat next to her in the front, watching, waiting.
Her door opened and Micah reached for her hand. âTime to say good-bye, sis.â Tears
pooled in her eyes, but she blinked them back as she unbuckled and stepped from the
car. Nick mirrored her movements on her other side, readying his bag.
âBe safe.â Her voice cracked, but she cleared her throat quickly. âTake care of each
other.â
As he pulled her into a hug, she realized that the two people she loved in California
would no longer be a phone call away. Panic built, but Micahâs arms around her held
her together, the way they always did when he defended her. Pride in him fought the
panic.
âHey.â Micah held her away from him, leaning in close to see her eyes in the early
morning darkness. âWeâll see you soon. Donât let David or Seth steal my place or
anything while Iâm gone. We both know Iâll always be your favorite.â
She couldnât help but smile. âWeâll have to agree to disagree.â
âHasnât anyone ever told you that you should agree with everything a man says when
you send him off to war? You donât want me distracted or worried now, do you?â He
crossed his arms over his chest, and she fought a smirk.
âThatâs good to know. But Iâm pretty sure you also taught me not to lie, so . . .
â
Micah held a hand to his heart. âYouâre killing me.â He smiled and his eyes wandered
behind him. It was time to go. He pulled her into a quick hug again and kissed the
top of her head. âTake care of the home front. Weâll catch ya on the flipside.â With
a brief nod to Nick, he jogged off to meet the rest of the guys.
Kaylan took a deep breath, realizing that this good-bye would be much more difficult.
She stood still, refusing to look at him as the car door slammed, and she heard his
boots scuff the pavement as he approached. She leaned back against her car door,
her heart in her throat, wondering when Nick had become more important to her than
family. As important as, sure. But more important than the ones who were her heart
and soul? Not even Sarah Beth had ever claimed this degree of affection.
Was she in love with him after all?
He stood in front of her ready to leave, a clear testament to the dangers he would
soon face, but he never wavered in his resolve. She realized then that he had never
wavered in his