Camp Pendleton, Southern California coast
Garcia was sacked out on his rack watching Reid pack. “You going back to Bum Fuck for the holidays?”
“Yeah. I haven’t been to Wyoming in over two years.”
When their time had come up, he and Garcia hadn’t balked about staying on, but following back-to-back tours and all the post-deployment bullshit, he now had an eighteen-month-long promise to keep to himself.
“’Sides,” he added, “seventeen hours alone in my truck is better therapy than any of that mandatory decompression the government provides.”
“You need a hand with anything?”
“Nope.” Reid slung his duffel over his shoulder. “Got it covered.”
Garcia cocked a brow. “You’re gonna drive to Wyoming dressed like that?”
“You got a problem with it?” Reid challenged. Although he rarely wore his dress uniform, he was proud of the fresh stripes he’d earned and the gold chevron that marked his promotion. He was pulling out all the stops. Few women could resist a U.S. Marine in dress blues. He hoped Haley Cooper didn’t prove immune.
“No man.” Garcia chuckled. “I guess you’re taking lessons from me now…along with a detour.”
Garcia was right on both accounts, but Reid refused to comment and headed out the door. Although his final destination was Wyoming, a stop in San Jacinto wouldn’t be out of his way. He hadn’t heard from Haley in months, but his combat duties hadn’t allowed email access. He’d debated calling her first, but then decided the element of surprise might work in his favor. In all likelihood she was involved with someone else by now, but, one way or another, he was determined to find out.
Reid threw his gear in the truck and hit the highway bearing east. An hour later, he pulled onto a street lined with rows of small stucco houses. They looked much alike, but he remembered which was hers. Recon was a big part of his job.
He parked in the drive and climbed out of his truck, taking a moment to straighten his uniform. By the time he approached the front door his palms were sweating. He could run without a thought straight into AK-47 fire, but the thought of seeing Haley made him sweat? Fuck that.
He cursed himself and wiped his palms before ringing the bell, waiting in a parade stance, psyching himself up to engage. His mission was to win her over by any means, fair or foul. He was even ready to throw her over his shoulder, if it came down to it.
To his disappointment, it wasn’t Haley who answered, but an elderly gentleman surrounded by a choir of barking dogs.
“Hush now!” He stifled the canine chorus. Straightening, he slowly assessed Reid from the mirrorlike gleam of his black shoes to his snowy white cap. “Can I help you, young man?”
Reid slowly released his breath. “Yes, sir, I’m looking for Haley Cooper.”
“Are you now?” One bushy brow rose over a pair of sharp gray eyes. “Are you a friend of my granddaughter?”
“You might say that, sir. We have a long-standing acquaintance.”
“And you’re a marine?”
“Yes, sir. Staff Sergeant Reid Everett, Third Battalion First Marines out of Camp Pendleton.” Reid relaxed his stance and offered his hand.
“I’m Bill Cooper, Haley’s grandpa,” the older man replied, closing his hand over Reid’s. He glanced past Reid to his black truck parked in the driveway. “I remember that truck. Were you the one who drove her home when she went out dancing with Yolanda?”
“Yes, sir. We met that night at the Temecula Stampede. She cleaned my clock at the pool table. I’m guessing you taught her that jump shot?”
“As a matter of fact, I did.” The old man chuckled.
“Is Haley at home?” Reid asked.
“No, I’m afraid she’s not. Why don’t you come on in, Staff Sergeant Everett. You drove all the way out here. Let’s at least get acquainted. Do you like apple pie?”
Reid grinned. “Yes, sir. It’s my favorite.”
“Good.” Bill opened the door in invitation. “My wife just made a couple of ’em. Come on inside and have a slice.”
“Thank you, sir. I’d love some.” He was disappointed not to see Haley, but recognized an intel opportunity when he saw it. Reid removed his cap and followed, only to be assaulted by a pack of aggressively friendly dogs.
“Down!” Bill commanded. “Please pardon my granddaughter’s motley crew of misbehaving mutts.”
“They don’t bother me.” Reid squatted on his heels to scratch their heads, giving each its due. They were some of the strangest looking mongrels he’d ever seen, but all responded with wagging tails and lolling tongues.
“Ugly bunch, aren’t they?” Bill remarked. “Haley has a habit of collecting the ones no one else wants.”
Reid stored that new Haley insight as he stood. The house was small but neat and filled with the mouthwatering aroma of cinnamon and spice. He felt a momentary pang of homesickness. His mother and sisters loved to bake.
“Put on some coffee, love of my life. We have a guest. My wife, Dorothy,” Bill introduced the petite woman with a slightly faded version of Haley’s green eyes.
“Reid Everett.” He once more extended his hand. It completely enveloped hers.
She regarded Reid with as much curiosity as her husband had. “You’re a friend of Haley’s?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Reid replied. “Do you expect her back anytime soon?”
“No, I’m afraid not. She’s gone to Alaska.”
“Alaska?” Reid repeated. “I thought she was at UC Davis.” He’d been prepared to drive to Sacramento if necessary, but Alaska? “What is she doing there?”
“She’s taken the semester off to participate in some wolf study,” Dorothy replied.
“A wolf study? I thought she was going to be a veterinarian.”
“Sit down, please,” Dorothy urged and turned her attention to the coffeemaker. “Do you like cheese or ice cream on your pie?” she asked.
“No thank you, ma’am, just plain.”
“How about your coffee?”
“Black. Just having it in liquid form will be a luxury.”
Dorothy gave him a quizzical look. “I don’t understand.”
“In the field, we had packets of instant coffee in the MREs but often had to swallow it down dry.” He shrugged. “You learn to make due.”
“Haley changed majors late last year,” Bill finally answered. “She started thinking about it after a summer internship at that wolf place over in Julian. Now she wants to work for one of those wildlife conservation groups.”
“She went to Alaska to assist one of her professors.” Dorothy placed a cup of steaming coffee and a huge hunk of pie in front of Reid before joining him and her husband at the kitchen table. “He’s the one who encouraged her to swap majors, but we’re still hoping she’ll change her mind.”
Reid digested that tidbit as he took a bite of pie. Was she involved with this guy? The pie was delicious, but his thoughts left a bitter taste in his mouth.
“She never mentioned any involvement with a marine,” Dorothy said.
“No. I don’t suppose she would have since we weren’t technically involved.”
Dorothy’s tiny hand rested on his. Her gaze softened. “I’m surprised Haley would have led you astray. She detests the military. Always has.”
“I gathered that,” Reid replied. “It’s an unfair prejudice.”
“She has good reasons,” Bill argued.
“Does she? She told me her father was a marine. I’d like to understand the circumstances.”
Dorothy sighed. “Yes. He was a marine, but we never met him. Don’t even know his full name. He got our Beth pregnant and shipped out. She was only eighteen and not ready for a child. She wanted to abort. We talked her out of it. She had Haley, and we filed for legal guardianship.”
“Where’s her mother now?” Reid asked.
“Up in Seattle. She’s married with four kids. Beth tried to get Haley back about ten years ago, but Haley won’t have anything to do with her.”
Reid shook his head. “That’s got to be a real tough situation for all of you.”
“It has been.” Dorothy’s eyes misted. “We love them both, but Haley needed us more.”
“Everyone needs someone in their corner,” Reid said.
“We just want her to be happy,” Dorothy said. “She loves animals. Always has…sometimes I think more than she likes people.”
“That’s often a matter of trust,” Reid said. “Animals love unconditionally. People don’t.”
“True enough,” Bill admitted. “Haley’s never gotten over her mother’s abandonment, and I think we’ve spoiled her in our attempt to make up for it. I admit we’ve never taken to her politics, but we’ve always tried to stand behind her.”
“She’s lucky to have you.” Reid said.
“What about your family, Reid?” Dorothy asked. “How did they feel about you joining the military, with all that’s happening?”
“My mom tried to talk me out of it, but my ol’ man is from the school of tough love. When I told him my plans, he said the best gift a father could give his son on his eighteenth birthday was a suitcase.” Reid chuckled. “We come from a long line of military men. There’ve been soldiers, sailors, and marines in the family for five generations.”
“Where are you from, Reid?” Dorothy asked.
“Wyoming. My family runs a hunting outfit in Dubois.”
“Hunting?” She gave him a look of surprise. “Does Haley know this?”
“Yes, ma’am.” He grinned. “It was one of several controversial topics we’ve discussed. As a matter of fact, I’m going home for Thanksgiving. I came in hope of persuading her to drive out there with me.”
“If you know how she feels about the military and hunting, why Haley?” Dorothy asked.
He shook his head. “I can’t rightly answer that. Wish I could. There’s just something there.”
The older couple exchanged a look he couldn’t interpret.
Reid stood. “Thanks so much for the pie, Miz Cooper. It was a real treat.”
“Just a moment, Sergeant—”
“Reid,” he corrected her.
“Reid, there’s a jacket in Haley’s closet. Is it yours?”
“It is,” he said, “But I’ll come back for it when she’s here. Do you expect her home for Christmas?”
“We’d hoped so, but she hasn’t committed yet,” Dorothy answered.
“Maybe I’ll try and talk her into it.”
“Good luck,” Bill said. “She’s a very stubborn girl, especially when she sets her sights on something.”
Reid grinned. “Me too. So I s’pose that’s one thing more we have in common. Thanks again. It was a pleasure meeting you both.”
Reid had planned only to spend Thanksgiving at home, but now, unless Haley decided to return, he’d probably stay in Wyoming until after Christmas. He wasn’t certain how to proceed with her after that. Maybe he should just abandon his Haley campaign? He quickly discarded that defeatist strategy. Her grandparents weren’t very encouraging, given their obvious differences, but they didn’t actively discourage him either. He wasn’t ready to concede, not yet anyway. Not until he saw her again. The Marine Corps’ campaign in al-Anbar had been based on patient and persistent presence. Reid’s personal campaign would be no different. Today he’d made inroads by forging a connection with her family. He left with the satisfaction that he’d at least won them over to his side.