Stealing Harper (Taking Chances #1.5)(78)

And that’s as good as it was going to get, to be honest, it was one of the longest conversations we had in a few months. Four sentences. It was surprising that he could talk to his guys all day long, but we start talking and he’s out of the room within minutes.

My phone chimed and I smiled again, my “brothers” weren’t thrilled I was leaving for California. I’d been getting calls, texts and messages on Facebook since last night begging me not to go. Now that I was older and closer in age with most of them, the guys no longer tried to raise me; they saw me as their sister or friend and taught me everything I needed to know when it came to other guys like them. It always made me laugh that most of them preferred to spend time with me rather than heading off base during their liberty, but I think they liked that I wasn’t one of those girls that tried too hard to get their attention. Not that they didn’t like that kind of attention, but apparently I was a nice break from the rest of the women they dealt with.

J. Carter: DON’T LEAVE ME! I’m going to go insane without you here to keep me company.

Me: I’m sure you’ll be fine Carter. Prokowski and Sanders seem to be taking it a little harder than most too . . . you can comfort each other ;) Or you can always take up one of the base skank’s offers. They’re sure to keep you better company than me.

J. Carter: I think I got herpes just thinking about them.

Me: Ha! Ew. I gotta go, Sir’s done loading up my bags in the car.

J. Carter: I’ll miss you something fierce Harper. Have fun, don’t forget about me.

Me: Never.

Jason Carter was twenty and had been in Sir’s unit for about a year, he and I had become close quickly. He was my best friend and if I was on base when they had liberty, he was always one of the guys that opted to spend time with me rather than hunt down women with some of his other friends. I had always been sad whenever one of the guys transferred to another base, unit, or finished their time in the Marine Corps. But I’m pretty sure Carter would have been one that would kill me to see go, so I wasn’t surprised that this was the sixth time he’s asked me not to leave within the last hour. He couldn’t have said it better, I would miss him something fierce too. I glanced around the house I’d grown up in one last time before meeting Sir in the car. That house was definitely something I wouldn’t miss.

Almost twelve hours, two cars and two planes later and I was standing in my dorm room at San Diego State University. My new roommate hadn’t checked in yet, but from the e-mails we’d sent back and forth over the last few weeks, she lived close and would be moving in a few days from now. I picked my side of the room and hurried to settle in before taking a shower and falling onto my bed. Glancing at my phone I noted it was almost two in the morning and groaned, if I was back home I’d already be on base with Sir. It had been a long day of traveling and unpacking and it took all the rest of my energy just to curl up in my comforter and fall asleep.

“HARPER? HAAAAARPERRRRRR! WAKE up!”

My eyelids opened just enough to see a smiling face directly in front of me. I shot upright and brought my arms up, my entire body already tense.

“Whoa, whoa! It’s me, Breanna!”

“Do you have a death wish? Don’t do that!” She’d better be happy I had still thought I was dreaming, growing up with my dad meant always being on the defensive when waking up.

She giggled and sat on the edge of my bed, “Sorry, I’ve been trying to wake you up for the last five minutes.”

Weird, I was usually a really light sleeper. “I thought you weren’t coming ’til Sunday?”

“Well technically I’m not, all my stuff is still at home . . .” She gestured to the still bare other half of the room, “but my brother and his buddies are throwing a huge party tonight and I figured I’d see if you wanted to go.”

The closest I’d ever come to a party was the stories I heard from the guys on base. I tried not to show my excitement and shrugged indifference. “Sure, when is it?”

“It doesn’t start until nine or so, so we still have a few hours. Want to grab dinner?”

“Dinner? What time is it?!” I grabbed my phone and didn’t even look at the time, all I could see was the twenty missed calls from Sir. “Crap, I need to call Si—um, my dad back. But after that I’ll get ready and we can head out.”

Breanna didn’t move from my bed so I decided to just let her stay there, I’m sure after she heard him yelling she’d leave. I caught the time just before I hit the send button and gasped. I’d slept for almost 16 hours, he was gonna kill me. As assumed, he answered on the first ring starting off in a disapproving lecture about not letting him know I’d made it to California and that I was okay, not answering my phone, and how bad of an idea it was to let me come here. I murmured apologies at all the appropriate times, and tried to ignore Breanna’s laughing at the conversation. We may not ever talk, but when he was pissed, it wasn’t something to take lightly.

“Oh my God, time to cut the apron strings, don’t you think?”

I blew out a sigh of relief that the conversation was over, “Yeah, well, I’m all he has left.”

“Where’s your mom?”

“She died.”

Her hand flew to her mouth, her eyes wide. “I’m so sorry! I had no idea!”