“That didn’t take long.”
“I gather they have a system of some sort.” He frowned at her. “Speaking of which, why did you call me?”
Heat flooded her cheeks. “I knew you were minutes away.”
“Why not go to your front porch and yell at the officers sitting in your driveway?”
He wasn’t going to let this go, was he? She didn’t have a good answer.
“I wasn’t thinking clearly,” she said. “I was afraid to leave Henry and I was afraid to get too far away from the bathroom.”
He studied her longer than was comfortable, and she knew he hadn’t fully accepted her response. Time to change the subject.
“So you spoke to Heidi?”
“Yeah. She said she’d call a friend. He’s not far from here and he’s going to come give your place a once-over. She doesn’t want you to stay there until he’s done.”
Awesome. Heidi’s definition of once-over probably meant pulling up the floors and tearing out the walls.
“I was able to convince her that we have things under control, but I won’t be surprised if we wind up with some random FBI agents popping in and out.”
Caroline blew out a breath. “I guess I should thank you again.”
He winked, and her breath caught. “You may not be thanking me when you hear the rest of our plan.”
“The plan?”
“I thought you could hang out with my mom and dad while you’re waiting for your house to be cleared.”
Caroline fidgeted. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? It looks like someone is trying to kill me. I should probably go to a deserted island, not hang out with your parents.”
“Nonsense.” Jason didn’t seem as worried as he should be.
“I can’t put your parents at risk. If anything happened to them—”
His hand on hers stopped her. “I’ve already talked to them. They understand what’s going on, and they want you to come. Mom says she hasn’t seen Henry in far too long.”
“But—”
“Caroline. Dad’s still a good shot.”
She dropped her head in defeat. “I wasn’t thinking that at all.” Jason’s dad had been a sniper. ALS would eventually rob him of the ability to hold a rifle, but at this point, he could probably outshoot 98 percent of the population.
“I know you weren’t. He’s been cleaning his rifle since I called. He’s ready for anything. And whoever is after you would have no reason to expect you to be there.”
“Jason, I go to your parents’ at least once a month.”
“Heidi and I discussed that, but your visits are random and not something anyone would be able to use to target you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
At 1:00 p.m., Jason loaded Caroline and Henry into his car.
“Where’d you get the car seat?” Caroline strapped Henry in with practiced moves.
“Michael. He brought it from your house.”
Caroline didn’t respond. Had he upset her? “He was still there, so I asked him to grab it so we could get the little guy home.” He pointed to a bag in the backseat. “He grabbed a bunch of clothes and diapers, too.”
“That was very thoughtful.” She laughed, a harsh sound with no humor in it. “To think that this time yesterday my biggest worry was if I’d allocated enough to the college fund I set up for this little guy.” He saw the muscles in her jaw working overtime. “And now, I’m praying I can keep him alive until his second birthday.” Her voice cracked on the last word, but when she looked up at him, no tears had broken free. She closed Henry’s door. “You ready?”
“Almost.”
He opened the passenger door for her. “There’s one thing I’ve learned from combat.” Her eyes filled with curiosity and concern. “You can’t keep anyone alive.”
She slumped in defeat and slid into the seat. He closed the door and leaned into the open window. “I’m not saying we don’t do everything we can, but you have to let go of this feeling of accountability. You couldn’t have kept Stephanie alive, and ultimately you can’t keep Henry alive. Or yourself. Or me. Or anyone else you care about.”
“Is this little speech supposed to be making me feel better? ’Cause it’s not working.”
He gripped the door. “It is supposed to help, actually. We can walk confidently into the next day, not because we’ve figured everything out and have thwarted the bad guys, but because we know the One who knows what they are up to. We walk confidently because we know He will help us.”
Caroline looked away from him and spoke, so low he barely heard the words. “He didn’t help Stephanie.”
Ouch. A little help here, Father?
He walked around to the driver’s seat and took his time buckling in. She continued to stare out the window as they pulled away from the curb.
“I lost friends in Afghanistan.”
Her head whipped back to him. “I’m sorry.”
The things this woman could make him do. He didn’t talk about Afghanistan. Ever. But here he was talking about his darkest times. “When you head out on a patrol and you don’t know if you’ll be back for dinner, you have to dig deep to find the strength to follow orders and do your job. But when your friends don’t make it home for dinner, you have to look outside of yourself to find any meaning in it.”
Caroline sat ramrod straight beside him. He could barely tell if she was breathing.
“While God is Sovereign, we also live in a fallen world. One where wars happen. Where evil men come after babies.” He couldn’t keep the disgust from his voice. “We have to trust He is working all things for ultimate good.”
Even as he said the words, his mind flashed to his dad. The grim future he faced with grace, dignity and undaunted faith.
“I don’t know why God allowed any of this. For Steph to fall in love with a guy who apparently got mixed up in some shady stuff. For her to get pregnant and leave the guy. For her to die. For her to leave you her baby. And now for someone to want either you or Henry, or both of you, out of the picture.”
Caroline took an audible breath but didn’t interrupt him as he continued.
“I do know He’s not confused or surprised, and He will help us.”
“I want to believe that,” she said. “I really do.”
He reached over, palm up. Would she take it?
She stared at his hand for a few moments, then laced her fingers through his. A long-dormant piece of his heart started throbbing. “I’ll believe for both of us until you get there.”
She squeezed his hand and turned to stare out the window. He assumed she didn’t want him to see her face. Which was fine. He still had her hand in his, and he kept it until they pulled into his parents’ driveway.
His mom was waiting for them, wearing a grin that stretched from one end of the front porch to the other. She bounded down the two steps and had Caroline wrapped in a bear hug before he could get around the car.
“Sweet