A Soldier's Promise. Cheryl Wyatt

What constituted stuff? “Of course.” She patted her pockets for something to write with and on.

      So did he, and came up with a blue splotched paper.

      “That’s Bradley’s letter,” she said.

      He eyed her head and grinned. “And this—” he tugged the blue pen from behind her ear “—is the culprit.”

      They shared a laugh as she wrote down her contact information. Fending off a snicker, she slipped the pen between the paper folds while he peered past her.

      Amber handed him the bulky letter. “I know you need to go.”

      “In a minute.”

      She thought he’d find the dreaded pen right then but he tucked the paper in his chest pocket and reached out his hand.

      When she put hers there, he sandwiched it between his. He stared at her with sincere intensity. “It was truly an honor to meet you, too, Special Teacher Stanton. I won’t soon forget you.” Warmth emanated from his fingers and spread up her arms.

      Soon forget? That meant he’d eventually forget, right? A weird panic seized her that she may never see him again. Her heart and mind raced. How could she make him know how much this meant to Bradley? Did Joel know what a rare and precious stone he was in this rocky world?

      Aware the children had gone, Amber slipped her hand from his then reached up as far as she could without making frontal contact, and hugged him.

      Bulky arms wound around her, pulling her close, reciprocating. My, she hadn’t meant to get this close.

      She marveled at how he could be strong and tender at the same time as he held her against a wall of security and warmth.

      The guy was built like a tank. Thankfully he smelled of crisp air and soap instead of mortar and metal. She pulled back, instantly missing the comforting thud of his heart.

      His eyes twinkled. “Wow. What was that for?”

      “For giving him something to live for. A reason to hope. The will to fight.” For being one very special and sensitive human being that I suspect you are but try to hide.

      “Bradley’s a real fighter. Hey, I should jet before they take off without me. Although, I could handle this all day.” He grinned as if having a private joke with himself that she wasn’t privy to.

      “I understand.” Even though she didn’t understand what he could handle all day. The hug, or being with Bradley? She stepped aside so he could pass. His lip twitched as if to laugh. Her action took him by surprise, for sure. She turned to watch him board.

      Every man hung out the chopper doors, gawking. Heat scorched her cheeks. Joel peered back over his shoulder, disabling her motor function with a bold wink and a disarming smile that made her pulse trip.

      She quickly spun away, imagining he’d be relentlessly teased. Great. They probably didn’t know her hug had only been out of thankfulness and nothing more.

      Neither did her heart for that matter, for it beat over a hundred times per minute.

      The choppers lifted off. Hurricane-like winds tousled leaves and bent limbs. Multicolored flowers and waxy green grass swayed as if a large invisible hand brushed back and forth across their tips.

      Dust swirled in a cyclone, stinging Amber’s skin. She shut her eyes and shielded her face. Once it died down, she waved her arm to clear air in front of her and caught sight of blue. She lowered her hand to study it, momentarily blipping on what caused it. Then she realized.

      Ink had transferred to her fingers and palm from the paper Joel had handed her. She scrubbed. The impression only smeared, leaving imprints everywhere she touched.

      “Stupid pen.” She raked her hand along her jeans. It wouldn’t erase. She laughed.

      The pen was the soldier’s problem now.

      She peered around her.

      Only charred cardboard remnants, firework soot and debris remained in the school yard.

      On her trek to the entrance, Amber bent to retrieve a glass jar the bottle rockets shot from. A few more steps, and she picked up a flag from a stone bench near the garden. As she turned, something white caught her eye. Foreboding stopped her short but then the object in the middle of the fountain compelled her feet forward.

      One of the toy parachutes thrust through the air with fireworks must have landed here. A bamboo plant clutched its tattered chute. Rocks wedged the plastic man. Water rolled over the side like a miniature flood, engulfing the toy.

      Frozen, she studied the odd little scene.

      Water. The Asian plant. A parachutist.

      The flood. South India. Joel.

      Amber snatched the little man from the water, hoping no one watched. It might be plastic, but she couldn’t leave it trapped underwater by the fountain’s rolling wave. She dried it on her jeans, folded up the parachute and tucked it inside her jacket.

      Close to her heart.

      From the Chinook, Joel watched the school until it became a tiny red dot in the distance.

      “That was way cool,” Manny said above the whipping wind.

      “Yeah. I’ll never forget those kids’ faces when we landed. How long you figure that little guy’s got?” Nolan’s smile faded as he shifted to face Joel.

      “His teacher says he won’t make it to the end of the school year without a bone marrow transplant.” Joel used the tip of his boot to push his newly folded parachute pack against the wall.

      “He really bonded with you, man.” Manny lifted his voice above the roar. “You ought to make it a point to get back there and see him.”

      You promised. Joel leaned sideways, resting on an elbow. “Depends on how long we’re needed in Asia. I really liked him.”

      “And his teacher?” Nolan grinned and elbowed Chance. They both stared at Joel. “Because she sure seemed to like you.”

      Snickers erupted among Joel’s Special Forces buddies.

      Joel just shook his head.

      “You get her number, Montgomery?” Manny asked.

      “That’s for me to know, Peña.” Joel leaned his head back, intent on playing possum.

      “Sounds like a challenge,” Chance announced.

      Next thing Joel knew, scuffling erupted. He vaulted to his feet but Nolan tackled him. SEAL Silas and PJ Chance restrained his arms.

      The skirmish landed them all on the floor and garnered interesting looks from the new female pilot. Manny sat on his torso, and Nolan lunged for Joel’s chest pocket.

      Muscles tensed, Joel strained and cycled his legs, making contact with flesh. Someone groaned. Good, he got one. Others pretzeled his legs with grips of titanium. Crinkling sounded as Silas jerked the letter from his pocket. Something blue flew out when Silas flipped it open.

      That pen. He knew she’d slipped it in there back at the school. He’d pretended not to notice.

      “Don’t rip that note or I’ll—” Freed, Joel shot to his feet, lunging for the paper.

      Arms grabbed him from everywhere, netting him in.

      With a victorious shout and a fist shot to the air, Silas tossed Nolan the letter.

      Joel took a deep breath, then laughed during exhale because they all looked as sweaty and disheveled as he felt. At least he’d put up a good fight. They needed to break a fun sweat now and then.

      Nolan opened the blue polka-dot-splotched battle prize and flicked his forefinger at Amber’s handwriting. “Told you, Peña.”

      Manny took the paper, looked, then handed