The Soldier's Homecoming. Patricia Potter
officer and all,” Josh suggested. “Tell her to come back in a year or two.”
“Not going to be easy. A missing SEAL who suddenly reappears out of the jungle to open a therapy program, not to mention the army nurse, chopper pilot and you,” Travis said. “Even I know it’s a great human interest story.”
“And a spotlight would be on any program we come up with. We’re thinking about applying for grants, not spreading it all over newspapers.”
“What do you suggest?” Travis asked.
“Pick her up at the Pueblo airport,” Josh said. “Susan apparently offered. She would do anything to make the inn a success, and I’m usually all for that since I’m a co-owner. Except this time.”
“I don’t think that’s in my job description,” Travis said wryly.
“You’re a hell of a lot more diplomatic than I am. As your staff sergeant, I saw you manipulate superior officers and make them think your idea was theirs more than once.”
Travis couldn’t really deny that. He’d gotten Josh out of several scrapes with superior officers.
“I’m just not sure what I can do.”
“Take her by the Falls. Get her interested in the town rather than the veterans.”
“I’ve only been here a few days,” Travis protested.
“But you’ve had a crash course. I tried to get Andy, but she had previous commitments.”
“I still don’t understand why she can’t drive herself here. Must be a prima donna.”
“Susan offered,” Josh said.
Travis knew ambitious reporters. After all, Dinah had been one. He knew her obsession with a good news story. There was little she wouldn’t do to get an exclusive.
Handling another reporter was the last thing Travis wanted to do, but he understood the danger this posed to the program they might develop. Veterans were fighting enough demons without having a spotlight on them.
He wanted to say no. He was still very aware of his own injuries and scars, but he had to get over it sometime. And he was a part of this now.
“I can’t guarantee results,” he warned.
“Understood,” Josh said. “You’ll meet her at the airport then?”
“Reluctantly,” Travis said. “I would call it hazardous duty.”
Josh chuckled on the phone. “Why don’t you come to our house for dinner tonight?”
“A bribe?”
“Now, would I do that?” Josh asked in a wounded tone.
“Not two years ago. I’m not so certain now. This town has corrupted you. Remind me not to stay long.”
* * *
UPON LANDING AT Pueblo’s small airport, Jenny used her good arm to open the overhead storage and take out her carry-on. She was accustomed to traveling light and washing clothes in a bathroom sink. Despite the pain in her shoulder, she was excited. She had a story, one her gut told her was good.
A moment of unaccustomed nervousness hit her as she walked through the terminal area. Was she ready for this? Susan Hall had offered to meet her, but she didn’t see a woman who appeared to be watching for someone. She did notice instead, a tall well-built man, who appeared to be studying every figure coming through the door, He stepped toward her.
“Miss Talbot?”
Interesting looking. His hair was sandy, short and neatly cut. His eyes were an intriguing mixture of green and amber and brown. Difficult to read. He had the alertness of a soldier and the authority of an officer. A faint scar ran down his cheek and turned one side of his lip upward in a perpetual half smile. Rather than marring a handsome face, she thought it made him more interesting. As he approached, she noticed a limp.
She turned on a smile that usually brought one in return. This one just brought a slight twist of the lips that was barely welcoming.
“I’m Jenny.”
“Travis Hammond,” he said in a deep voice. “I’m substituting for Susan Hall.”
She thrust out her hand. His large right hand wrapped around hers, and she noticed he was missing the two middle fingers. It was different from other handshakes, but she was used to seeing injuries and their aftermath. She shook his hand the way she would with anyone else.
“Thanks for picking me up,” she said.
“No problem,” he said, but his expression was challenging.
“I have a small issue with my shoulder. The doctor said I shouldn’t drive yet. Otherwise I would have rented a car. So I truly appreciate you picking me up.” She hated explaining, but she didn’t want him to think she was a diva.
He nodded and reached for her carry-on. For a brief moment, their hands met again, and an odd recognition flashed between them. It was weird and even a bit discomforting. For her, anyway.
After a slight hesitation, she handed her carry-on to him, and he shouldered it. She preferred to carry her own stuff, even now. She’d been doing it for years. She never wanted to be considered weaker or less able than a guy. In the field, you carried your own weight if you wanted respect. Sometimes, she knew she carried it to extremes.
On the other hand, she didn’t want him to believe she didn’t think he could handle it with his hand. There was, she admitted to herself, some irony in that. “Thanks again,” she said simply.
“Any other luggage, Miss Talbot?” he asked.
She gave him her usually effective smile. “It’s Jenny,” she said. “And no. I travel light.”
He didn’t return the smile. Just nodded. “My car’s not far,” he said. “I understand you’re staying at the inn in Covenant Falls.”
“Who could resist staying at a place called the Camel Trail Inn?” she said as he steered her out the door, across the taxi and pickup line and down a row of cars to a silver sedan.
“Too many people, according to the manager,” he replied drily.
He opened the back door and put her carry-on in the back seat. She didn’t wait for him to come around but opened the passenger door and slid inside. He joined her a second later in the driver’s seat and drove out of the lot after paying the parking fee.
* * *
SHE DISLIKE DEPENDING on a stranger, especially one who didn’t appear thrilled with the chore. She had no idea what she would do about transportation in Covenant Falls. Probably no taxis or Uber. She only hoped she could walk most places and beg a ride for longer distances. Maybe, just maybe, she would try driving. Wouldn’t be so hard on near-empty streets.
She looked at her driver, only too aware of his intriguing scent of soap and outdoors and aftershave lotion. He was quiet and controlled, and there was a natural confidence about him. He was polite but a little wary. She wondered why.
“Are you one of the veterans who moved here?” she asked, twisting as much as she could to study him.
“No. I’m just here temporarily. Arrived five days ago.”
She tried again. “What happened to Susan Hall?” His short, cryptic answers were beginning to annoy her.
“Apparently she had an influx of customers.”
“And you volunteered?”
“Not exactly,” he said with a wry grimace.
“You were requisitioned?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
An honest answer. She liked that. “Reluctantly, I take it.”
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