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. “Does Tim live here?”
    The woman raised an eyebrow. “I think I’d like to know who was asking.”
    She took a deep breath, realized it was now or never, and blurted out, “His wife.”
    ***
    “How long are we going to sit around here doing nothing?” Jeremy asked, kicking his bag with the toe of his boot.
    Tim just stared at him. “Do I have to give you the same answer again? I told you. We’re heading back. They called us back; we knew it was a possibility. So just calm down until we can figure out the bus situation and we’ll head back.”
    “Just want to do something. Anything,” Jeremy grumbled.
    Tim knew. He understood completely the frustration that Jeremy felt. That bone-deep itching need to be useful. Instead they were stuck in the BOQ at Quantico for another day, waiting to see what kind of mess awaited them at home. It was a rough switch, gearing down from battle-ready to home again. But he didn’t make the final call. Their commanding officer didn’t make the call either. Everyone had a higher power. God probably had a CO.
    His phone rang and he picked it out of his pocket, glad for the distraction from his pissy friend. “O’Shay.”
    “Tim, hey. Still cooling your heels in Quantico?” his sister asked.
    Ah. Madison. Just the distraction he needed. “Yup, still sitting pretty, Mad.” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jeremy shift his drooping shoulders. Maybe he wanted something to distract him from the inaction as well. “Actually, plans are changing up around here. I’d tell you more but—”
    “Yeah, I know. OPSEC. It’s all about the operational security. I’ve heard rumors, though. I can guess. Anyway, glad I caught you. There’s a bit of a situation here at the house.”
    The hairs on the back of his neck stood, and his breath caught. “Situation? What? Are you okay?”
    Jeremy moved like lightning, standing beside him, practically breathing down his neck. “What is it?”
    “Yeah, no, I’m fine. Sorry. That sounded ominous, didn’t it?” She laughed, and he felt the tension drain from his body like an uncorked bottle. He nudged Jeremy back a step and signaled that it was fine. Though he moved out of claustrophobic range, Jeremy’s eyes didn’t leave the cell, like he was just waiting for the word to jump through the receiver and end up in California to aid his sister. Times like those, when family might be on the line, he knew he had the best friends possible.
    “All right, so what’s the problem?”
    “Well, it’s not a problem so much as what I said. Situation. A woman showed up on your doorstep today.”
    A woman. He was still at square one. “I need something more than that.”
    “Right, sorry. Does the name Skye McDermott ring a bell for you?”
    He almost dropped the phone. Sweet Jesus. His pulse pounded in his ears, his hands were clammy. “Describe her,” he rasped, mouth almost too dry to talk. “What does she look like?”
    “Um, tall. Way taller than me, which doesn’t say much usually. I mean, I know I’m short and all, but she does seem taller than your average—”
    “Madison.”
    “Oh, right. Sorry. Um, brunette. Long, curly hair. In shape. Really cute. Blue-gray eyes.”
    It was hitting all the right marks. At least, it was hitting all the marks in his foggy memory. What the hell would she have wanted with him? How could she have even tracked him down? He didn’t leave anything with his address in the room, he was sure of it. He certainly hadn’t talked to her in the week and a half since. So why would she even bother tracking—oh God.
    She’s pregnant.
    “You’re pregnant?” his sister shrieked in his ear.
    “No!” someone yelled back, voice slightly muffled.
    Well, fuck. Guess he said that one out loud. Wait—
    “Was that Skye? Is she there with you? Is she still at the house?”
    “Well, yeah.” He could almost see his sister roll her eyes. “You think I’d just kick your wife out on the street?”
    “My…” He