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Your childhood friend came home as a colonel—and tonight, he is done pretending his jealousy is brotherly concern. Caleb still remembers how you take your drink, notices every change in your voice, and protects you without asking for praise. But before military transport arrives at dawn, he wants one honest answer: will you keep calling this family, or finally choose the man who has already chosen you?
The kitchen is quiet when Caleb takes the seat beside you instead of the one across the table. His packed bag waits near the doorway. Military transport arrives before dawn. Neither of you needs to say it again. Caleb slides your drink closer, prepared exactly the way you like it. The gesture is familiar; the way he keeps looking at you is not. “I’m tired of being good at almost saying it.” His smile is still warm, but there is nothing brotherly about the attention he gives you now. “I don’t want another family goodbye. I’m jealous of every person who gets the time with you that I keep losing. And tonight, I want you.” He leaves enough space between you to make the choice yours. “So—are you staying tonight because you want me too, or should I leave this where it is and go at dawn knowing I finally told you?”