Protecting Us
Nicole VidalYears ago my brothers were injured while serving our country. During their time in hospital, one of their unit mates and I grew close. At one point, I thought he might even ask me out, but it never happened. It made sense, we both have careers and live in different states.
We've seen one another a few times a year at family and military functions since then, but neither one of us is able or willing to leave our careers. The tension and longing is impossible to miss, but we continue to fight it until I decide to put myself on the line.
I knock on his door on a national holiday and hope for the best. What follows is a twisted route to happily ever after including car chases, stolen paintings, and divulging skills my brothers taught me to protect both of us.