it head-on. Remembering home had been a luxury? That might have been the most important thing anyone had told her about what Johnny had faced and done.
âI didnât know him at all,â she whispered, squeezing her eyes shut, once again feeling the shaft of pain.
âYou knew the best part of him. That mattered to him, Marisa. You gave him a place where that part could flourish.â
âBut why?â she asked, opening her eyes. âWhy do you get into this? This kind of life?â
âI canât speak for Johnny. Only for myself.â
âThen tell me.â
âI was young, hotheaded and determined to do something important with my life. And in case you start to wonder, Johnny did a lot of very important things. But we donât know what itâll cost when we cross the line and take up the work. We have no idea in hell what weâre getting into. No one can.â
She managed a stiff nod and tried to eat some more bagel. The baby kicked, then she felt a little foot or hand trail slowly along her side.
âAnyway,â Ryker continued after finishing half a bagel, âwe do it for a variety of reasons. I wanted excitement. Exotic places. A sense of mission and purpose. Adrenaline junkie, I guess.â
âAnd Johnny?â
Ryker spread his hand. âBy the time I met him, I couldnât have guessed a thing about why. By then he was one of us. And as you so correctly said last night, by then he wouldnât have been happy with a tamer life. Somehow, I guess thatâs how weâre built.â He frowned faintly and looked past her. âI donât know if I can make you understand, or even find the right words. But thereâs a point where the mission becomes everything. It motivates every breath we take. Not for everyone, mind you. But for some of us...well, we get hooked. We donât just carry the sword, we are the sword.â He shrugged and picked up another piece of bagel. âUnfortunately, the world needs swords. Iâd have made a lousy plowshare, I guess.â
The reference didnât escape her. Her stomach turned over, and for a few seconds she felt so nauseated she wondered if sheâd have to run to the bathroom.
But memories floated back, instants out of time, just brief things she had heard or seen with Johnny, moments when he had seemed almost like someone else. Moments when she glimpsed the sword. They always passed swiftly, wiped away by a ready smile, but sheâd seen them. She just hadnât wanted to remember them.
But recalling them now, she felt just awful that Johnny had felt the need to hide a very big part of himself from her. Sheâd have loved him no matter what. Hadnât he trusted her?
âWe also get older,â Ryker continued. âSo we change some more. Iâm nearly forty. Too damn old for this business. Johnny was starting to feel the same way. So after I moved over to State, he asked me to let him know if something opened up.â
âHow could you give up the rush?â
Another faint smile. Her insides prickled with unwanted awareness of him as a man. She shoved it quickly aside, and guilt replaced it. At least he was speaking.
âItâs possible to get one without being the pointy tip of the sword. Besides, itâs important to know when the time has come. You can shift without giving up the mission or your sense of purpose. Itâs safer for everyone. Johnny had started to think more about you, about being with you more.â
Her breath caught. âHe told you that?â
âActually, yes. When he asked me to let him know if there was a position for him, he said it, Marisa. He said he was thinking about all the time heâd missed being with you, and that he was ready to start down a different road. Unfortunately...â
âYes,â she said tightly. Unfortunately. Johnny had said the same thing when he told her was trying to get a job with the State