“All I want to do is forget. Him. You crying. Their fighting. The people I watched die and couldn’t save in Iraq. The people who’ve died at home because of the war.” He tensed. “The men I’ve killed. The man I’ve become and quite possibly will always be.” He removed her hands from his shoulders and sidestepped her, needing air. “I just want to forget. Absolutely everything.” Just not Ella. Not the woman who’d kept him from being swallowed whole in that godforsaken quicksand.
