by: Rebecca Taylor
“I didn’t need this right now,” said Todd sitting down with his plate for supper after a long day out in the field. “I have no idea how Miss Sienna Abbott knows about me and my daughter. I contacted an investigation firm, her record is completely clean. She lives alone with her cat, is an only child, her parents are still married and the only thing different right now is that she is getting a lot more mail than usual because of her search for me. It seems that other men would be quite willing to date her and there seem to be all sorts of online theories about this.”
“Like she’s delusional?” asked another of the men pouring himself a glass of water.
“Or lonely, or needy, or feeling like her biological clock is ticking away,” answered Todd. “But why me? She knows about my daughter – knows her by name. It would have been one thing if she came out and said I had a dream that some guy named Todd Brody was going to love me some day. The name is popular enough that I would say – coincidence, or maybe she saw the name somewhere and started to fictionalize it.”
“Man, it’s ya she’s lookin’ for,” said Jack. “She knows ya age, ya job and that ya have a little gal.”
“And that scares the hell out of me,” said Todd pushing the food around on his plate distractedly.
“Could it be fate?” asked Carrie Rimico, the only woman in their unit.
“I don’t know if I believe in fate. I’ve had too much reality in my life.”
“Then what about faith that a higher power is looking over you?” she asked.
“I believe in God and the afterlife if that’s what you’re asking.”
“What would the harm in contacting this woman? Testing the waters?” asked Carrie.
“I don’t want to get her hopes up,” said Todd, “If I fall in love again, I want it to be because I really love the woman, not that she stays with me or pretends because of some dream she had.”
“Ya have to find out how ya feel about her, then ya can see if she is for real.”
“Not now,” said Todd, “I’m over here and she’s over there. If we are meant to meet, it can wait until I’m back home and can meet her face to face.”
“That’s another five months,” answered Carrie.
“Don’t I know it, I cross off the days every morning, counting down to when I’m back with Caralee but I know that what we are doing over here is making a difference. It’s war and it’s peace and it’s about trying to make things better however complicated that is.”