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So what am I to wear when we leave?" she asked.
"You’re not paying me back and you can wear the shirt, and the jeans you wore yesterday."
"What about my corset?" she asked.
"Yeah about that, apparently that’s not supposed to be washed in the washer."
"Why do you mean?" she managed to ask.
She stopped in the hall way, he didn’t ruin it. God, please tell me he didn’t ruin it. Her eyes began to water; her mother bought that corset for her. Blake told her it was a birthday present and she wasn’t supposed to get it till she came back from deployment and then her parents died in a car crash. That corset was the last thing her mother got her.
"It kind of got ruined," he said, he noticed Bailey wasn’t following him anymore, he turned around and hated what he saw, she was on the verge of crying.
"What? You ruined it?" she cried. "My mother bought that for me."
Cody felt horrible now, he didn’t know and he was the reason for Bailey’s tears right now.
He closed the distance between them and hugged her to his chest as she sobbed. "I’m sorry, I didn’t know."
They stood there as she cried; he didn’t know what to do. How was he going to fix this? He couldn’t buy her a new one, it wouldn’t be the same.
"I’m sorry Bay," he whispered against her head.
"It’s fine," she cried.
Bailey knew there wasn’t anything she could do about it and she knew it was an accident. She couldn’t be mad at him; it hurt though to know she couldn’t wear it anymore.
"Come on, let’s leave already." She let go of him and walked into his bedroom as she wiped her tears away.
Cody knew it wasn’t fine, but there wasn’t anything they could do about, she must have realized that. He followed her into his bedroom and continued walking to his walk in closet; he walked back out and tossed her jeans to her.
"I don’t have panties," she pointed out.
Cody snorted, "You weren’t wearing much of anything under those jeans last night."
"Here," he tossed her thong to her and watched her blush as she caught it. "Change in the bathroom." He walked back into his closet and changed as well.
Bailey closed he door behind her and slipped off the boxer and put on her thong and jeans. She loved how tight they were when she first put them on. She looked in the mirror and sighed, the shirt was too big. She bent down and looked through the drawers and found scissors. She quickly realized what kind of shirt it was, she looked back up at the mirror and saw USMC across her breasts. United States Marine Corps is what it stood for. Why did he have this kind of shirt?
She cut all the way around it till it was just a few inches past her hips, then she cut the side seam a little and then laid the scissors on the counter. She grabbed the lose corners and tied it into a knot.
The shirt looked five times better and it kind of looked like it fit her. She walked out of the bathroom and heard him laugh.
"Fair enough since I ruined your corset." He smiled.
She ignored that, "You were a Marine?" she asked him as she handed him his boxers.
"Yeah I was and then I wanted to be SEAL." Cody sat down on the edge of his bed and to started to put on his shoes.
"Is that how you met my brother?" she asked him as he stood.
"Not quite, we went to high school together, remember?" he grabbed his gun and settled it against his lower back and then walked back into the walk in closet and grabbed her stilettos.
"So we all knew each other in high school. Then he joined the navy to become a SEAL and you joined to become a Marine, and then decided you wanted to become a SEAL and met up with my brother again?"
"Yes," he softly laughed, "And you joined the Army right after you graduated high school and served almost six years before they discharged you."
What? "What do you mean I served almost six years?" she questioned him. Blake told her she served four years.
Cody wasn’t sure how to answer that, "How much do you know about your old life?"
"Honestly not much, Blake won’t tell me anything and he lied to me about how much time I served, he told me four years." She was pretty pissed now, what else has he been hiding from her?
"I have no idea why he’s lying but you served almost six before…..what happened." He didn’t know what to say, he didn’t want to say accident because it wasn’t she nearly died, she did die and it was miracle that she was alive. Now she’s dealing with someone trying to kill her, maybe this was tied together since the job wasn’t done in Afghanistan.
"Bailey what happened in Afghanistan?" he softly asked her as he sat back down on the bed, right next to her as she put on her stilettos.
She sighed as she sat up; she remembered clearly, that was another nightmare she had.
"We were doing a routine, the usually check we did everyday before we turned in. Out of no where we were under fire. My buddy got injured so I went back for her, I couldn’t leave her," she tried to steady her breathing but knew it was no use; she was going to end up crying.
"I couldn’t get back to her fast enough," Bailey cried. "I had to wait, there were too many bullets flying in different directions, I waited too long. She was already gone by time I got to her. I was the only one who tried, what ever happened to never leave a man behind?"
"I couldn’t really pick her up because of the exhausting day we had so I dragged her as far as I could while I shot back. I got hit in the leg and fell; it was the most agonizing pain I felt. I couldn’t drag her, so I left her." she turned her head and looked at Cody, "I left her," she cried.
"I’m sorry but you did what you had to," he pulled her to his chest as she cried.
"Somebody was near by and saw us, he helped me. He picked me up and threw me onto his back; I remember screaming as I felt pain on my neck. He then dropped me; I think he got shot in the leg as well. I remember looking up, staring at the sky as I felt warm liquid running down my neck. Then I saw two people in front of me, yelling only I couldn’t hear them, I remember crying out for Blake only he wasn’t coming for me." Bailey sobbed.
Cody hugged her tighter as she soaked his shirt, he didn’t know it was that bad. He knew there was guilt in her; she wasn’t going to let it go even if she tried there would still be some amount still left.
"You don’t need to tell me the rest," he voice hoarse from the emotion that was running through him, he felt so bad for her, he wanted to take away all that pain she felt.
The rest he knew what happened, he read the report. He was at the hospital with Blake when she was in surgery. The bastards who had saved her from more firing decided they weren’t going to wait for the medic and took off her helmet to get better access the her neck wound, it wasn’t bad all they had to do was put enough pressure and it would have been fine. After taking off her helmet they sat her up against a building and tended to her wound and in the process a bullet grazed her temple.
She died on the table and they some how managed to bring her back. Now there is someone else trying to take her out again and this felt like it was connected to what happened when she was deployed, something else happened in Afghanistan, he was sure of it. He was going to have to make contact with Blake. It looked like they weren’t going to go anywhere today not when she was like this.
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