A Maverick for the Holidays. Leanne Banks

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      Annabel gave a quick nod with a smile. “I’ll see you afterward. Have fun,” she said and darted out the door.

      “Fun,” Forrest echoed. That was one word he wouldn’t have associated with a support group. He shrugged and looked at Smiley. “Maybe she knows something I don’t.”

      Less that two minutes later, a man wearing a ball-cap and an open down jacket walked through the door. “Is this the war veterans support group?”

      “It sure is,” Forrest said. “I’m Forrest Traub, army.”

      The man nodded. “Iraq?” he said.

      Forrest nodded. “And you?”

      “Afghanistan. Steve Henderson. I’ve been back almost eighteen months.”

      Smiley walked toward the man and looked at him, thumping his tail in welcome.

      Steve bent down to pet the dog and gave a half grin. “Is this our mascot?”

      “Yep, that’s Smiley. He’s a therapy dog on loan to us, and I’ll vouch for him. He’ll always be glad to see you,” Forrest said.

      “Well, that’s a lot more than we can say about most humans,” Steve said.

      Just then, another man walked through the door, then another. Smiley greeted each one, and Forrest could practically see a bit of tension ease out of the men at the sight of the dog. Eyeing the clock, he sensed that he should start the meeting and closed the door.

      “Welcome, everyone. I hope you enjoyed the sandwiches and Smiley.”

      The men took their seats and murmured in agreement.

      “The first thing I want to tell you is that you don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. I have to be honest. Most of the time, I would rather do anything than talk about what I saw and experienced in Iraq.”

      Several of the men nodded.

      “But since this group was my idea, I guess I’ve got to go first.”

      A few chuckles rippled through the small group.

      Forrest took a deep breath. “During my last two tours, all I could think about was the day I would finally come home. I was determined to be career military, but seeing all those guys get hurt was tough. Being in Iraq was surreal, and not in a good way. Once I got home, though, it was Montana that didn’t seem like the real world anymore. People couldn’t understand what I’d been through, what I’d seen. And I got tired of explaining it.”

      “So what helps?” one of the vets asked.

      Forrest shrugged. “I don’t have all the answers. I have to admit, I took the coward’s way out—leaving home. After being home, I had to get out. I just moved to Thunder Canyon a few months ago. Folks don’t know me here as well since my brother and I haven’t lived here very long. They don’t have any expectations.” He paused. “What helps? Smiley sure does.” The dog licked him and laughter rippled through the small room.

      The laughter turned to silence. “The nights are the worst. I’m back there, and the shells are flying, and I can’t stop screaming,” Steve offered. A few of the others nodded in agreement.

      “The nightmares are bad. They feel so real,” Forrest said.

      “Coming back to my wife helped me,” one of the men said. “She’s the reason I keep going.”

      “I felt that way about my girlfriend,” another soldier said. “But it’s hard now. I’m not the same man I was before. I’m not sure it’s going to work out. What about you, Forrest? Do you have anyone special in your life?”

      An image of Angie flashed in his mind, taking him by surprise. He shook his head for his own benefit as much as the others. “No. I’m not ready for a relationship. I’m busy putting Humpty Dumpty back together. That doesn’t mean you guys aren’t ready, though,” he quickly added. “We’re all at different places in this. It’s not easy. That’s why I wanted to start this group.” He glanced at the clock. “Hard to believe, but our time is up.”

      He gave a wry grin. “And we all survived.”

       Chapter Three

      After Annabel picked up Smiley, Forrest headed home, his mind swimming with the stories the men in the group had shared. Most of them had said they would return. That made Forrest feel good about starting the group and putting himself out there. Lord knew, he was the last man to want to expose himself to anyone, let alone a group of strangers. That said, even though he’d never met any of the men who’d attended the meeting before, he’d felt an immediate connection with them.

      He pulled into the driveway to his current home. Driving toward the boardinghouse, he spotted his brother outside the main house. He waved and slowed as Clay lifted his hand. Forrest lowered his window. “Hey, how’s it going?”

      “I could ask you the same question, stranger,” Clay said. “You haven’t been by for breakfast in over a week.”

      Forrest shrugged. “Hate to interrupt the lovefest,” he said and shot his brother a half grin.

      “Yeah, yeah. That excuse doesn’t wash with me. Why don’t you come in for some coffee?” Clay asked. “Or soda…. Or something? Antonia made some great pastries this morning,” he added in a tempting voice.

      Forrest wasn’t the least bit hungry, but he’d missed his brother. “Okay, you twisted my arm. Where is your woman and the babies?”

      “She’s gone to town for her post-baby checkup with the doctor and took the baby with her. Bennett is inside taking a nap,” Clay said and lifted a nursery monitor. “But I’m never far away.”

      Forrest nodded, raised his window and pulled his car to the main house. He stepped outside and felt his leg dip. Cursing the weakness, he leaned more heavily on his other leg. He knew, however, that he couldn’t do that on a regular basis because his whole body, including his spine and neck would eventually feel the strain of it. That was why he needed to continue his strength conditioning.

      He strode slowly up the steps to the porch. Clay skipped past him to the door and pushed it open. For a sliver of a second, Forrest couldn’t help envying his brother’s agility. Pushing it aside, Forrest followed his brother inside toward Antonia’s kitchen where he’d consumed many hearty breakfasts with her, his brother and his nephew Bennett.

      Clay reached for the coffeemaker and poured two cups. “Here ya go,” he said, handing one to Forrest.

      “Thanks,” Forrest said and followed Clay to sit at the kitchen table.

      “So, what’s up with you?” Clay asked. “Did you have a doctor visit today?”

      Forrest shook his head. “Not today. I started a support group for veterans at the hospital. I’m even using a therapy support dog.”

      Clay blinked. “You’re kidding.”

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