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Mary nodded. She got it. She did. Truck was well loved in their circle. But she had more to lose. The others could eventually become his friends even if he never remembered them. They could have him back. But if he didn’t remember her, and what they went through together, she knew she didn’t have a shot in hell of making him love her again. Of being his wife for real.

“I know, Raynie.”

“So you’re in? Operation Make Truck Remember is a go?”

Mary nodded. “Yeah, I’m in. I’d give up everything to have him back.”

“You’ll get him if I have anything to say about it.” Rayne held out her pinky. “Pinky swear.”

Mary rolled her eyes at her best friend, but linked her pinky to hers anyway.

“Love you, Mare.”

“Love you back, Raynie.”

“We’re gonna get through this and have our quadruple wedding.”

“I’m less concerned about the wedding at this point. I just hope to get Truck to not hate me on sight.”

“He won’t.”

Mary wished she could be as confident as her best friend.

Chapter Six

Truck used his keys to open his apartment door and stepped inside, Ghost right on his heels. The last week had been a whirlwind of flights, doctors, blood draws, and psychologist sessions. All he’d wanted to do was get home to his own bed and sleep for a week.

His head still throbbed, but not as badly as before.

The doctor had informed him that he was missing some time, but Truck wasn’t too worried. If he’d lost his entire memory, that would’ve been bad. But losing a few years wasn’t that big of a deal.

It was a bit odd to find out he was actually three years older than he’d thought, but having Ghost, Fletch, and the others there with him was a comfort. He remembered everything about them. How Ghost had a thing for brunettes, Fletch was a neat freak, Coach could complete logic puzzles faster than anyone else on the team; how Hollywood could collect at least ten phone numbers from women every time they went out, that Beatle hated bugs, and how Blade got his nickname.

It was also a bit strange to learn in the hospital in Germany that the team hadn’t been about to go on R&R and pick up chicks after completing their mission, but instead they’d been in Africa on a completely different mission, three years in the future. But he’d dealt with it then, and he could deal with it now.

Scratching the scar on his face absently, Truck looked around his apartment. Things weren’t quite where he remembered them being, but he supposed that would happen since a few years had passed.

When he’d first been told he had amnesia and was missing three years of his life, he’d laughed and accused the guys of playing a prank on him. But when not one of the men had cracked a smile, he’d realized they were serious. The doctors and the poking and prodding of his head were more proof.

The most frustrating part was that Truck knew his friends were keeping things from him. Beatle and Blade seemed to be even closer than he remembered them being, and they were constantly whispering to each other far enough away that he couldn’t hear them. Ghost was on the phone all the time, and he’d yet to get a good explanation as to why Hollywood hadn’t been on the mission with them.

Truck had liked the other Delta team. Trigger and his men were competent and had taken over getting the girls reunited with their families and, where necessary, out of the country when he’d been flown to Germany to be admitted to the Army hospital.

Ghost had told him the other team were also stationed at Fort Hood, and that they’d see them when they got back. It had been a long week, and Truck was more than happy to be out of the hospital and home.

“Welcome home, man,” Ghost said.

When Truck turned to him, his friend was looking around the space as if he’d never seen it before.

“You’ve been here,” Truck said. “Why are you examining it as if there might be tangos hidden behind my furniture?” Truck asked.

Ghost laughed nervously and brushed off the question. “I made arrangements for your cabinets to be filled, as well as your fridge. You should be good to go for a while.”

Truck nodded. “Thanks. Any chance the commander will ignore the doctor’s orders for me to take a month off from the team?”

Ghost shook his head. “No way in hell. You need to rest, Truck. Your brain took quite a beating. You might feel as if you’re good as new, but you can’t push it. Take the time off and be happy for it. It’s been a long time since you’ve had a vacation.”

Truck sighed. “Me being sidelined means no missions for the team, right?”