San Jacinto, California
Haley mumbled a curse and inserted her earbuds. She wished her grandpa would swallow his pride and get hearing aids. He loved watching shoot-’em-ups, but the explosive bursts from the TV always broke her concentration. With a sigh she turned up the volume on her iPod, hoping to drown out the blare of the TV with the more soothing sounds of Evanescence. She’d barely returned to her notes when Yolanda barged into her room, an annoying habit formed from twelve years as best friends and neighbors.
“Oh my God, Haley! Have you been watching the news?”
“No.” Haley yanked out the earbuds and threw her notebook down in disgust. “I’ve been trying to study for exams. What has you in such a tizzy?”
Yolanda grabbed her arm and dragged her into the living room where Gramps lay snoring in his La-Z-Boy.
“Do you see that?” Yolanda jabbed a finger at the TV. “It’s happening right now, and Rafi and Reid are over there!”
Haley’s pulse quickened at the images of a full-blown military assault. Only weeks ago, Reid had sent her a selfie of him and Garcia both sporting ridiculous-looking moustaches that all the marines had been ordered to grow, ostensibly to improve cultural relations. By the state of things, the mustache mission had failed.
Amid Yolanda’s near-hysteria, Haley willed herself to sound calm. “They knew what they were getting into, Yo,” she argued. “It is a war, and they volunteered for it.”
“You are like ice! How can you be so heartless?”
“I’m not heartless. I just see the other side. We’re invaders. Of course they’re going to fight back. Wouldn’t you if someone invaded us?”
“I don’t care about the politics. I only care about our people over there.” Yolanda sniffed. “Is that what you have against Reid? You think he and Rafi want to hurt people?”
“No, but I think they’re misguided. War is never the answer,” Haley insisted.
“You really think so?” Her friend scowled. “It’s that university crap, isn’t it?”
“C’mon, Yolanda. Don’t be angry just because I have a different viewpoint.”
Yolanda threw her hands up. “It’s like I don’t even know you anymore. Having a degree doesn’t make you smarter than the rest of the world.”
“No, but it makes one more aware. More enlightened.”
“Enlightened? So you think I’m ignorant because I want to be a pastry chef?”
“Of course not! Everyone should do what makes them happy…as long as it doesn’t hurt anyone else.”
“We can’t expect to go through life without ever hurting anyone, Haley. It’s going to happen whether we intend to or not. Did you know Rafi went to college?”
“He did?”
“Yeah. Three years at UCLA on a full scholarship but he quit to join the Marines.”
“Why would he do that?” Haley asked.
“He said college bored him, and he couldn’t stand the thought of wearing a suit and working a desk. That kind of life doesn’t fit everyone. He joined the Marines because he wants to protect people. I really liked Rafael.” Yolanda’s eyes misted. “There was something with him. I thought maybe when he gets back…” Her lips quivered. “If he comes back…”
“They’ll get through this, Yo.” Haley wrapped her arms around her best friend. “He’ll come home.” But even as she comforted Yolanda, her thoughts filled with Reid. It was true that she didn’t believe in the war, but that didn’t mean she didn’t care about Reid.
Later, after Yolanda left, Haley opened her books again but still couldn’t concentrate. His jacket still hung in her closet. She pulled it off the hanger and put it on, shutting her eyes and breathing hints of leather and male musk. His scent evoked the memory of the night he’d driven her home and initiated stirrings of unsated lust deep in her belly.
She didn’t understand why he’d held back that night. She also didn’t know why she’d hung on to his jacket. She could have mailed it back to base long ago but hadn’t been able to bring herself to part with it. Maybe just smelling him made her believe he’d stay alive?
She still couldn’t understand her powerful attraction to him. It was as if they were the north and south poles of a magnet—and just as drawn to each other.
She’d tried to put him out of mind, but every week or two a random message appeared in her inbox. Sometimes it was just a captioned photograph, like the one of him and Garcia fishing at Lake Baharia, a place the Marines had nicknamed Dreamland. Sometimes he only sent a short line meant to make her chuckle. The emails were never very long or overly personal, but just enough to keep him in her thoughts. She supposed it was his way of laying a quiet siege.
Still unable to study, she scrolled through the half dozen emails she hadn’t been able to delete.
* * *
Temperature topped 120 today. With flak & helmet on a sauna would have been cooler. Our mission is to win Fallujah peacefully, but the prospect is less than optimistic. Thinking about you, Haley Cooper. —Reid
Peacemaking with tanks and rifles seems contradictory to me. Thx for the pictures. The mustache doesn’t work for you. Looks more like a caterpillar on your face. —Haley
Spent two days building a soccer field for the Iraqi kids only to have the insurgents destroy it. It’s an uphill battle at best. Still thinking about you, Haley Cooper. —Reid
I’ve been accepted to UC Davis. Heading to Sacramento in a few weeks, so I won’t be here when you return. Should I send your jacket to Camp Pendleton?—Haley
Negative, Haley Cooper. Will collect it in person…along with something else I promised myself. —Reid
In your dreams, Marine. —Haley
Every single night, sweetheart. —Reid
* * *
Over time she’d come to look forward to his messages. The last email had been a photo of a desert sunset with no message attached. Her chest tightened. That was almost three weeks ago. She hadn’t heard from him since.