their necks in a fight or wrecked over a breakup letter from their girl. He was sarcastic with a whiplike wit, made them work hard, learn about what made navy SEALs unbreakable so theyâd be safe. It was Tyler who had introduced her to Lieutenant Dexter Kaczewski. Tyler had talked so much about Dex, Piper felt that she knew him already.
The introduction set him off again, and he covered his face and wept. It seemed the most natural thing to lean in and gather him against her. He buried his face in her neck and held on to her fiercely. And she held him, rocked him through that terrible storm. Her heart breaking for the heaviness of his burden, of leading men, coming to know them and love them, then losing them. Command had to be so very difficult.
âIâm sorry,â she whispered over and over as he totally lost it, his tears wet against her neck. He made a soft sound of pain when he wrapped his arms around her waist as she pressed his head against her chest. His hair was soft, his scalp warm against her palm as she cradled him.
But what slammed into her and made her move forward and comfort him in this dark hour was that Dexter had saved Tyler, braved death to carry her baby brother to safety.
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Dex held on to this beautiful blonde angel, whom he wasnât sure was real. She felt solid and her voice was sweet and calm, filled with the tears heâd seen clouding her eyes. He wasnât ashamed of breaking down. It was inevitable and his macho face would be back in place in only a few short hours, but now was the time to feel the loss of Spaceman, Slim Jim and DJ. Men he had nurtured, fought with and protected as best he could.
By way of Coronado, California, to Dover Air Force Base in Delaware, on to Germany, and finally they had dropped into the most dangerous place on earth. Hours after their team had been assembled for the mission, he was a world away from home. He knew he might not see his brother, Russell âRockâ Kaczewski, a former marine, or his dad, two-star navy SEAL Rear Admiral Matthew Kaczewski, stationed at the Pentagon in Washington, DC, or his sassy and beautiful mother, Thelma, again.
A SEALâs troubles were different from many kinds of civilian stress. Heâd risked his life so many times in so many battles, but heâd never let it control his performance. He had only one regret, and that was how his deployments had really messed up his relationships. He wasnât sure why he was thinking about those now. But there were two to be exact. Melissa, who was a beautiful, soft, gorgeous soul. They had been heading for marriage. He had no doubt about it. But heâd wanted to be a SEAL, just after he finished the marine corps basic training. He had put in for a transfer to the navy and entered the Naval Special Warfare Preparatory School, then it was two and a half years of training before he became a SEAL. But when he made the decision to go into Basic Underwater Demolition/SEAL training, or BUD/S, they started to fight. He wasnât home enough. He was changing. He wasnât the same man. And her complaints only grew until there hadnât been anything left of what they once had.
Then there was Susan. Ah, Suzy. She had married him and heâd thought he had found a woman as strong as his mom. That unbreakable one he needed to match his spirit. To love him for what he loved to do. But she left him after a rather terrifying deployment when heâd gone MIA and out of touch for three weeks. That experience had been one of the toughest heâd ever endured. Sheâd told him tearfully that she thought she could handle it, but she couldnât.
He needed a woman like his mother, who had stuck by his father through every single one of his deployments. She had been strong, fearless and had instilled in her sons the very meaning of the word brave .
His dadâdamn, he was so proud of that manâhad been decorated and conducted his life both