To say he missed his position of Sergeant would be an understatement. He didn’t miss the control, the power, ordering the men around – but it was what he was good at. He knew how to best handle a situation like a roaring fire. And he hated relinquishing that to Crichton. But he’d done it.
The men had dropped him off at his little house and called it a night. It had been a good time. It hadn’t been the craziest bachelor party he’d ever been to, but he was getting older now, so that was okay. It definitely would be remembered as one of the best, though. It had just been a couple of men he called friends hanging out and letting all of the other worries slip away.
Or at least, that had been the idea.
Seeing Carrie at the restaurant had brought feelings bubbling to the front of his m
