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Julie shook her head. “Scott adored you, Laurel.”
“I know he loved me, but we both had our flaws. Some of mine were glaring. Maybe he complained to Hawk once too often.”
“Name one.”
“After the way I cried because we still hadn’t conceived after our first three years of marriage, he couldn’t understand why I refused to start the adoption process. Maybe deep inside he felt cheated of a family and confided his frustration to Hawk.”
“But Scott knew the fertility specialist hadn’t given up on the idea of the two of you having your own baby. As it turns out, you are going to have Scott’s child!”
“Even so, it might’ve created too much pressure to bear over the years. If Hawk picked up on that, he could resent me for it.”
“What goes on between a husband and wife is no one else’s business!” Julie said staunchly.
“Try telling that to two buddies in combat who depend on each other for their very lives, knowing they might not make it back.” She washed her empty glass. “I would imagine Hawk considers me a very selfish woman.”
“He has no right to judge.”
She flashed her sister a frank glance. “I’m afraid Scott gave him the right. They had their own private brotherhood. Every Air Force wife knows that.”
Julie’s features softened with compassion. “Did Scott exclude you sometimes?”
“Not purposely. But there were occasions when he had to talk something over with Hawk. It wasn’t enough to tell me.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“It’s okay. It goes with the territory when you’re married to a hotshot. If my not wanting to adopt until we were a 100 percent sure we couldn’t have our own children hurt him more deeply than he let on, then I suppose he made it Hawk’s business.”
Julie moved closer. “If he’s holding a grudge against you for something your husband told him in confidence, then he isn’t the terrific guy Scott thought he was.”
“Thanks for saying that. I happen to agree with you. Fortunately for me, I’ll be able to face my accuser as early as Tuesday morning, unlike our poor Nana…” She pasted on a smile. “We’ve come a long way, baby.”
Julie gave her an encouraging hug before they left the kitchen together.
THE FORDHAM PANCAKE HOUSE chain covered Colorado to Oklahoma. Before going overseas, Nate had eaten at several of them. No matter the day or hour, they were always crowded.
He’d arrived at nine-thirty under an overcast sky to give the head waitress his name and get in line so he’d be assured a table.
Earlier he and Rick had grabbed a breakfast of toast and coffee at the house. After dropping his brother off at the ski shop with the promise that he’d be back by noon, Nate left for Denver.
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