22. Chapter 22
Sandbox
My dearest Sadie,
I’ve thought long and hard about this and I finally made a decision.
I’m not re-upping. Getting shot (even though it wasn’t the first time I got shot in the line of duty) woke me up.
I’m thirty now. How many times can I fool death before he comes calling for me?
I’m done taking chances. Before, I had no reason to leave the Army.
Where would I go? What would I do? You’ve given me a reason to look further.
To expand my world beyond the military. I can never thank you enough for that.
My brothers are giving me tons of shit. They think they’re hilarious calling me pussy whipped. They stopped calling me names when I dipped all of their underwear in hot sauce. You’re not the only prankster in the family.
But I can tell they envy me. They wish they had a woman as sweet as my Sadie to go home to.
I can’t wait to explore Smuggler’s Hideaway. Although, I don’t have any interest in any mermaids. I have my hands full with a snarky, sexy motel owner. I can’t wait to meet your friends and family.
I’m counting down the days until I see you again. Twenty-nine more nights until I can hold you in my arms all night long again. But no pressure. We can take it slow with the physical stuff. We have all the time in the world.
Love,
Ben