Kathy Altman - The Other Soldier

Reid closed his eyes. He was in hell. Forget the searing flames and writhing bodies and agonized screaming. This was true damnation, having to listen to a lonely little girl chatter on and on about the father she’d worshipped.

“—and when I’d forget to shut it he’d get reeeeally annoyed and—”

“I’m a little busy here, kid,” he said, and barely recognized his own voice. “Maybe you could tell me some other time.” He braced himself for the tears. But her eyes filled with annoyance instead.

“That was rude,” she said. “And my name is Natalie.” She turned and marched away with her nose in the air.

Reid blinked. Guilt pressed down on him like a hundred-pound weight. Now he really needed a coffee. In fact he’d make it a double.

He headed for the potting shed. No sense in pretending he’d only been following her mother’s orders. Truth was, it hurt too much to talk to her. Besides, that kid had more attitude than the desert had scorpions. No way Parker needed to worry about her bonding with Reid.

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