The Marine's Baby, Maybe by Rogenna Brewer

Author:Rogenna Brewer [Brewer, Rogenna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: RWB PRESS
Published: 2019-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

BRUCE RELIED HEAVILY ON BOTH of them to make it up the stairs to his barracks room. “You smell pretty, Cait.”

He had an arm around each of them. But Lucky shouldered the burden of his brother’s weight.

“Don’t breathe on her,” he warned. “You stink.” Bruce looked at him, and Lucky had to turn away. His brother’s breath was strong enough to knock a man out. “How much have you had to drink tonight?”

“Not enough,” Bruce answered. “You two make a cute couple,” he said, looking from one to the other.

“You’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying. So just keep your mouth shut,” Lucky snapped. “Give Cait your room key so she can open the door.”

His brother was quartered by himself in a room usually reserved for someone of a much higher rank. They stepped into a small seating area with a TV. Through two open doors, they could see a small bedroom and a small bathroom.

“How do you rate? Your room’s better than mine.”

“It’ll only cost you an arm or a leg.” Bruce laughed.

“Say good night to Cait,” Lucky said.

“Thanks for the ride, Cait.” Bruce staggered off to his bedroom and closed the door behind him.

The front door was still open. Cait set Bruce’s keys down on a nearby end table. “Well, that was some memorable last stop. Is he going to be all right?”

“I’ll stay with him tonight,” Lucky said, eyeing the serviceable couch and chairs, which looked like something you might find in a waiting room. Or a military barracks. “Can you make it home all right?”

“I’ll be fine.”

It was almost 0200 hours according to his watch. And he didn’t want her driving home alone this late at night. He didn’t think her staying here was an option, either.

Unless he kicked Bruce out of his bed.

They heard a loud thunk from the other room.

Lucky opened the door to investigate. “What the—”

Bruce was passed out on the bed, his pants down around his ankles. Seeing that adjustable pole where his brother’s leg should have been came as quite a shock. He knew the leg was gone. He’d seen that kind of battlefield injury before. But the distance between them these past months had kept it from registering.

His brother’s leg was really gone.

He picked up the half-empty tequila bottle from the floor. Beer. Whiskey shots. Tequila.

Not necessarily in that order. What else had Bruce been indulging in tonight?

Cait was already pushing past him to gather the prescription bottles spilling out of his brother’s overnight bag.

For a moment, while Cait read the labels, opened bottles and counted pills, Lucky knew real terror unlike any he’d ever known in war. It didn’t take her more than a few seconds to assess the situation. The look on her face…

“What and how many?” He’d already flipped open his cell phone to dial 911.

“None.”

It took a moment for what she’d said to register and for him to close his cell. “Then what’s wrong?”

“He hasn’t taken any of these pills.”

“You said that.”

“I mean none! In the three months since these prescriptions were last filled, he hasn’t taken a single pill.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.