Chapter One
The surge in his pulse was a gut reaction to his twin’s
suggestion—an uncontrollable physical reaction—but even
before he identified it, Dalton felt a wave of nausea follow
it.
"For fuck's sake, Dalton, I'm not exactly asking you to
do that much for me!" Dakota Carlton growled angrily at his
twin brother.
Dalton shook his head, uttering a sarcastic laugh of
outrage and disbelief. "Are you for real, Dakota? Are you
out of your fucking mind? In fact, wait! Don't even answer
that. I know you are. You have to be to even fucking
suggest this!"
"I'm asking you to do something for me that I wouldn’t
ordinarily suggest. Yeah, I know that. It's more than a
minor favor. I'm aware of that, too, but I didn't think,
never imagined, it would be such a huge request. Do you
think I wanted to ask this of you? If that’s what you
think, then you're way the fuck off base." There was deep
resentment in Dakota's voice.
"You want me to fuck your wife and get her pregnant. You
think that's nothing? You think that's a normal request
from your brother? What planet are you on, man?"
"Don't overreact, Dalton."
"How can I not? Come on Dakota, this is a huge deal.
What am I supposed to say to... to this … proposition, for
fuck's sake? You're out of your mind if you think you can
get away with this shit. Either that or you're just not
thinking rationally!"
"Yes, it is a huge fucking deal. What do you want me to
do? Do you want me to get down on my hands and knees and
beg? Do you want me to scream and shout at you? Will that
help you to make up your mind up faster? There's only one
way I can ask this of you and that's rationally. Because if
I think about what I'm asking you to do.... If I even
begin to picture it in my head, I see red. So, yeah it's a
huge deal, I know that, and I don't need you to tell me how
fucking crazy it is."
Lifting placating hands, Dalton frowned at his angry
brother and apologized. "You just seemed to be taking it
real easy, that's all I meant."
"Yeah, like I said, I don't want to ask you to do this,
but I have to." Grasping his chin in the palm of his hand,
Dakota sharply twisted his neck from side to side. The loud
sound of a pop in his neck was like a gun shot in the
otherwise silent room. It seemed to pacify his anger
somewhat. "I'm asking you to step in where I can't,
brother. That's not such a big deal, is it?"
"Of course, it is!" Dalton said before sighing and then
shaking his head. He paused for a minute, collecting
himself before he spoke again. "No. No, it's not. If you
can't ask me, then who can you ask? But, don't get me
wrong, I know I can't understand the shit you're going
through right now, but I know you better than anyone else
does, even your wife Elle. This whole situation is eating
you up now, but what is it going to be like afterwards?
Have you really thought about this? Have you thought about
the consequences of this? Have you considered how you'll
feel if she does get pregnant? You're my brother, man. I
love you, and I want to help, but I won't do it because when
or if that kid is born, you'll resent the fact that you're
not the Daddy for the rest of your life! And you’ll resent me!"
"Dalton, I've done nothing but contemplate this. I’ve
done nothing but think of the possible complications and
situations that may arise from this stupid scheme of mine.
It's been in my fucking head ever since I learned that I was
sterile. It’s always there in the back of my mind, taunting
me, needling at me to think about it. I've done nothing but
wait for you to get back from assignment so that I could
discuss this with you. What else can I do? What other
options are open to me? How am I supposed to tell my wife
that I can't give her the child she wants, that we both
want? How can I do that to her? The answer is, I can't and
I won't. I need your help here, Dalton."
"How the hell do you even know you're sterile?" Dalton
asked.
"Well, I'm not guessing if that's what you're asking. Do
you really think that I want you to fuck my wife? Because I
sure as hell don't. I told my doctor on base that we were
trying for a baby and we’d been at it for a while. Since
nothing was happening, I asked him for a test. Elle has no
problems in that area. She miscarried a few years back, but
she got checked right after so we know she's fertile. I got
confirmation that it was my body at fault about a month ago."
Dalton sighed and slapped his brother on the back in
commiseration. "I'm so sorry, bro."
"How did the mission go?" Dakota asked, quickly changing
the subject when he saw he was making no headway. Settling
back against Dalton’s sofa, he took a sip from his sweating
beer bottle then rubbed the excess moisture on his hand into
his forearm. He was the picture of melancholy.
Sitting on the recliner that lay at a right angle to his
sofa, Dalton took a look around his messy living room then
gave a tired sigh and drank deeply from his bottle, too.
This one room in his so-called home was an exact
illustration of why he'd come to the decision he had.
Shifting his thoughts back to his brother, he was happy to
change the subject, if for only a minute, even if it was
about something he didn't really want to talk about. "It
was fucked up. We lost Liam Jamison, the new kid, plus Nick
and Howard."
"Three of you . . . in one battle? Fuck, that really
must have been hard on the squad. There were only six of
you sent out, right? Any injuries?"
Sighing, because at last there was some interest in Dak's
voice, Dalton replied edgily, "Yeah, it was hard on the
squad. It halved our number right down the fucking middle
and in one fell swoop, just a couple of creases. Seems
incredible that three men die in one go and all I get are
fucking bullet grazes and a desperate need to shower.
"I'm sick of it Dakota, sick of my friends dying, sick of
playing witness to the whole process. I watched Liam die
with some terrorist bastard's bullet lodged in his gut, and
this kid, who was newly married with a baby already on the
way, was dying in front of me. There's only so many times
I'm going to return from deployment. If I was lucky enough
to have nine, then this has to be my last life, and I intend
to live it to the fullest. It could so easily have been me
this time, Dakota. I was lucky that it wasn't me. Maybe
this last deployment just took my second life because Liam
was young and yeah, a bit of a hothead, but he was damn good
soldier. Otherwise he wouldn't have been promoted to my
squad. I was only a few steps in front of him. I felt the
bullet whiz past me, and then, wham. I heard Liam crumble
into that fucking mud that was everywhere. There was
nothing either of us could have done. No amount of training
makes you see a bullet that’s headed straight for you and
dodge it in time.
I looked around. I squatted down until I was knee-deep
in that shit, that wet clay-mud, covered in all that crap
and my teammate's blood, and then more of the fuckers
started shooting at us. Talk about fucking with your mind."
Slicing his hand through the air, he hissed vehemently,
"It's never going to stop, Dakota. Never. I returned fire.
I managed to down the fucker that shot him. Eventually
they ran off. But if you kill one of the bastards, rid the
world of one of them, they just indoctrinate another. You
fucking bomb the headquarters and the bastards just regroup
and build another. We're fighting a losing battle. And I
for one am sick and tired of it.