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A Santini in Love

Melissa Schroeder

 

 

 

 

A Santini in Love

Copyright © 2014 by Melissa Schroeder

Published by Harmless Publishing

Edited by Noel Varner

Cover by Brandy Walker

 

All Rights Are Reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

 

First digital publication: November 2014

 

 

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used factiously and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

 

DEDICATION

 

 

To the readers who wanted more Santinis. This one, and all those that follow, are because of you.

 

A NOTE FROM MELISSA

 

 

PTSD is a very real issue that many of our military members have to deal with on a daily basis. Contrary to the belief of many of those in the entertainment industry, they are not always living on the edge. Their lives are not easy, but they contribute to our society every day. Many of the still serve in the military. Some, though, lose the struggle. Suicide is a very serious issue that is plaguing our military members and their families. It does not make them any less. Each and every one of them deserves our respect and our gratitude for what they and their families have sacrificed for our country.

 

My portrayal of Madison Baker is meant to honor those who survived and the many men and women who did not.

 

Mel

 

 

MILITARY TERMS

 

Annapolis-Naval Academy-College for the Navy and Marines

BOOT-Bootcamp

BX-Base Exchange-Air Force idea of a department store

Commissary-Military Grocery Store on base

Deployment: When someone is sent to work usually in hostile areas, but they still have a permanent base at home they are assigned to.

IED- Improvised Explosive Device

Joint Base/Assignment- Base or assignment that has more than one service involved

MCEX-Marine Corps Exchange

NEX-Naval Exchange-Navy idea of a department store

OCS-Officer Candidate School (Navy/Marine/Army) School for college graduates to train to enter the service

OTS-Officer Training School (Air Force) School for college graduates to train to enter the service

PCS-Permanent Change of Station

PJ-Parachute Jumper

POV-Personally Owned Vehicle

PX-Post Exchange-Army idea of a department store

ROTC-Reserve Officer Training Corps-College based training program for entrance into the military services

SAMMC- San Antonio Military Medical Center (formerly Brooks Army Medical Center or BAMC)

TDY-Temporary Duty

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Prologue

3 years ago

 

Madison Baker didn’t know what day it was or where she was, but she knew one thing.

She fucking hurt.

Pain radiated through her entire body. It was as if someone had beaten every centimeter of her flesh. She tried to open her eyes—nothing. Next, she ordered her arms and legs to move. Still nothing. Hell, she wasn’t sure she was even breathing.

Am I dead
?

That thought had her struggling, pushing her hand through something heavy. Dirt? She was buried? Panic surged as
she tried to gulp in air and found nothing. Weight settled on her chest as her heart beat a tattoo against it. Then, the beat slowed. It was getting so dark, so cold…she felt a bit of her soul drift away.

Gonna give up, Madison?

Her father’s voice echoed in her mind. How many times had she heard him say that in her lifetime? Thousands.

If you weren’t being a coward right now, I wouldn’t have to scream at you.

Coward?

No. Fucking. Way.

She used what was left of her energy to move her hand. It might have been only inches, but it felt like miles. A renewed sense of survival had her pushing harder, up through the debris. Up, up, then she felt it. Cool air washed over her fingers.

In the next few seconds—even if it felt like hours—she pushed harder and got her hand up and through.

“Over here! I found one over here!”

As feet pounded toward her, the earth seemed to move around her. Madison kept pushing until she felt a hand grab hers. It tugged and she held on with all her strength. The voice kept talking to her, telling her they would get her out of there. Then, she was free, air rushing over her face and she tried to open her eyes. Bright light burned her corneas and she shut them again.

“That’s okay, Lt. Baker, we have you,” her savior said. The whop, whop, whop of the approaching copters almost drowned him out.

“Who…” she broke off, not sure if he could even hear her. Her voice sounded and felt like gravel.

She felt him lean closer as people started to dig around her. “What?”

She licked her lips and tasted blood and dirt. “Who are you?”

“I’m Sgt. Gee Santini of the US Air Force, and we’re here to take you home, Ma’am.”

“Thank you,” was all she could say. Then, her world faded to black again.

 

 

CHAPTER ONE

 

Madison came awake with a gasp. Her pulse hammered in her neck as panic settled in her chest. No matter how many breaths she took, she couldn’t seem to get enough air into her lungs. As the walls began to close in on her, she tried to count backwards from ten. She couldn’t seem to remember the sequence of numbers.

In that instant where she almost bolted from her bed, she felt Charlie’s cold, wet nose.

His presence allowed some of her panic to dissolve; although, she still felt as if she had thousands of bugs crawling over her.

She pulled herself together and looked at the golden retriever. “That was a bad one, huh?”

He laid his head next to hers on the bed. He had become her best friend in the last two years and her constant companion. She really didn’t know what she would do without him.

“Why don’t we get up for a few hours?”

Charlie’s tail thumped on the bed and she smiled. She might not be able to deal with a man in her life, but then, all she needed was Charlie to keep her happy these days. She slipped out of bed. When she stepped into the bathroom, she turned the light on and off three times before heading for the toilet. After relieving herself, she turned the light off again, three times, just as it had been when she turned it on.

She looked at Charlie, who was still lying on the bed. “How about some toast? And Chocolate milk. Well, chocolate milk for me.”

He followed her to the kitchen, waiting as he always did for her to turn the lights off and on three times. He knew this routine well. She knew it had more to do with the job he had of keeping her from completely slipping over the edge, but she would pretend otherwise. She was just a normal woman with a normal case of insomnia.
Because if she thought about it too much, she might just fall apart. Again.

Grabbing her favorite bread, she pulled a couple pieces out. Then she looked down at her companion and grabbed a third piece.

“Eating me out of house and home.”

He licked his lips and gave her his regular doggie smile. With a sigh she went to the refrigerator to get butter. It was going to be a long day.

 

* * * *

 

“So, you had another nightmare last night,” Dr. James said to her. He had told her to call him by his first name of Ed, but it just didn’t seem right. Ed was a guy who fixed your car or had your back in a firefight.

He was a middle-aged man who had gone a little soft around the middle, but still looked healthy. His dark brown hair had threads of gray throughout it and he always dressed just like she expected a therapist to dress. Relaxed pants, casual shirts. Nothing seemed to ruffle his feathers.

“I have lots of nightmares.”

He said nothing; those patient puppy dog eyes that were so much like Charlie’s watching her. Some days it soothed her. Today, it irritated the hell out of her.

It was irrational, yes, but she didn’t care at the moment. A woman had a right to be a little bitchy sometimes—especially with her history. She picked at one of the pillows he had on the couch. Days like today…well, it reminded her that she would never be normal again.

And that pissed her off too.

Still, he said nothing. She sighed and looked up at him.

“Yes, I had another one. It was about
the
day.”

There was no reason to tell him what day. He had been her therapist for long enough, he understood what she meant…when her world had dissolved around her.

“Can you think of anything that may have triggered it?”

She shoved a hand through her hair. Patience. The man had enough patience to give therapy to Satan. Or Satan’s kid. Or even Hitler. Dr. James would just wait her out until the bitter end.

“The anniversary is next month.”

He nodded. “I didn’t know if you noticed.”

She looked at him then. He wasn’t smiling, but she knew he wasn’t being completely truthful. “You knew?”

“Of course I know the date. I have your military records. And don’t give me that look, Madison. There was a reason I didn’t mention it.”

“Because you wanted to see if I remembered.”

He shook his head. “You always remember, right? Every time you have one of those nightmares, you remember.”

It was her turn to just blink. He wanted a reaction. She knew it bothered him that she never lost it in their sessions.

“What I wanted to see is if the date triggered anything. If I mentioned it, I couldn’t gauge your reaction.”

Irritation then morphed into anger, but she suppressed it. She almost choked herself doing it, but she knew exactly how to handle over the top emotions. Of course, most therapists thought it was what caused her PTSD to be so acute at times.

She was emotionally stunted. Truth was, for a Baker, she was a font of overwrought emotion.

“You don’t have to hide your emotions from me,” he said.

She picked at her nail and said nothing for a few moments. “What do you mean by that?”

The look he gave her was filled with understanding, but it was tinged with pity. “You’re angry with me. Tell me why.”

Not a question, an order. She could handle emotions, but she couldn’t always
deal
with emotions.

“I feel like a guinea pig.”

He chuckled. “You are not a guinea pig. I’ve been working with people who suffer from PTSD for a long time.”

She knew that. He had even been in Bosnia years ago, helping refugee children who suffered from it. A former military doc, she knew he understood the stress of the job. It was his specialty.

“I’m not likely to forget the day I lost everything.”

“You didn’t lose everything, Madison. You survived.”

The only one. The only freaking member of the unit.

“I lost my career.”
Not to mention my sanity, but let’s not talk about that because Bakers didn’t fall apart.

“But you have one you love now. And you’re training to help teach companion pets.”

She glanced over at Charlie and smiled. “Yes. And the yoga is good for me, so teaching it is easy.”

“Now, back to the remembering of the date.”

She rolled her eyes.

“I saw that.”

She smiled. “Okay, so I remembered the date. I don’t think I will ever forget it.”

“No, you won’t. And I won’t lie to you and tell you that you will ever hit this time of year and not have nightmares. The date is a trigger.”

She pursed her lips. “So, in other words, you’re useless?”

Dr. James decided to ignore that question. “What makes you successful in life is how you deal with it. Preventing nightmares is impossible. But dealing with them, that you
can
control. And you’re doing great this year.”

“I’ve been up since three in the morning.”

“But, where were you last year when this date came up?”

Madison didn’t like thinking about those days and the week she spent huddled in her room, under the covers, shivering like a coward. She’d spent two weeks alone. Crying and drinking had been the only two things she accomplished then. She’d had no one to call who would understand.

“Exactly,” he said, apparently picking up on her thoughts. “You might not see it because you are in the middle of the struggle, but you’ve made significant strides since last year. Just remember that.”

* * * *

Dante pulled up alongside the curb and parked his car. He liked that he was regularly getting offers of home-cooked meals from Jack and his wife Hannah. They regarded him as family and he was happy to oblige, especially if it meant food. He grabbed the wine he’d brought with him and slipped out of the car.

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