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granted this if I asked for it? Even if you’re taken?
    But he didn’t reveal any of his thoughts. “Right. Thanks,” he said and turned forward, handing the slip of paper to Kenny.
    “No problemo, dude.” Kenny stared into the rearview and asked his back seat passenger, “You want to stop and get something to eat?”
    “Sure.”
    Tyler heard the response, and it made him glow. Sure was such a wonderful word really. Totally compliant, willing. Full of possibilities.
    “Where were you thinking?” Tyler asked.
    “Voodoo Doughnut.”
    Of course it was Voodoo Doughnut. It was the only place Kenny ate. Tyler just couldn’t understand why he never gained any weight.
    Tyler leaned back to warn Kate. “You don’t want to order the ones with the blue-green jelly centers. Word is they’re Nyquil-filled.”
    “Good to know,” she said as she pursed her lips. Her eyes danced. Did she have any idea how attractive she was? A lot was going on inside his chest and other places, despite his efforts to remember she belonged to another man. Tyler could control his actions, but he could not begin to tame his thoughts.
    He looked out the dirty, cracked windshield as the city of Portland came into sight. The skyline, its bridges and buildings highlighted in the sun, the bright white clouds filling the blue sky that might threaten rain five minutes later, always made him relax. He was at home here. Not that he wanted to live here. Just that it was home. A place where he could safely melt into his past, and where his eccentric friends and relatives, all of them self-absorbed extroverts, would take some of the attention off him.
    In his entire family of hippies and environmental zealots, no one ever had ever gone into the military. But being a SEAL really wasn’t about being in the military. It was more about being part of a family, a brotherhood of guys he’d die for.
    Seemed hard to connect with right now, sitting in Kenny’s old Gremlin. Reminders of high school brought back memories of the years he spent unsuccessfully trying to get laid, a time when everything seemed so normal. But he’d been certain even then that death, destruction, and evil were out there. Now he’d seen it overseas. But just because most people couldn’t taste it, smell it or sense it, didn’t mean it wasn’t right here too. He was just one of those guys who was willing to give his life so everyone else could go around being batshit crazy.
    And it was okay with him. It was his job. Even today it was his job, delivering this young woman to her sister’s house safely, making sure no one messed with her, that she was protected. He liked opening the door for her, running around to make sure he opened the smudged glass door to the donut shop for her before Kenny could get there. That was all part of his job. And it was something he loved doing.
    The unmistakable bakery smell was intoxicating, but would have been more so if it weren’t for the heavy metal music in the background and the tat-covered plus-sized beauty behind the counter with a large nose bone and plates in her ears. He hoped she took the bone out at night when she slept.
    “Kenny!” she shrieked, and ran around the counter to body-slam his skinny nerd buddy. Her hands were still in plastic mitts, but that didn’t stop her from running her crinkly fingers through his hair and placing a lip lock on him that sounded more like a toilet plunger.
    Kenny was unaffected, as in embarrassed. Although he actually did kind of blush. Apparently this thing with the lovely lady was a recent development.
    Holy God of SEALs, Kenny finally got laid. It had only taken him twenty-seven years, but finally lust had dusted the boy with sugar and put chocolate sprinkles all over him. He was grinning just like those days when they’d get stoned out behind the soccer field and Kenny would look up at the sky and point out animals and people’s faces. A goofy, sheepish, yup-I-fucked-her grin. Hence the real