Her question had caught him off-guard and an unwitting jealousy burned within him that threatened to snap his temper. He needed to fucking get over it. But damn Caitlin for suggesting she might have chosen to follow John Cooper willingly. Why was she throwing that in his face? Because Sarah had always been a straight shooter. All cards on the table. Well, he was playing to win. So calm the fuck down, asshole. He tried to remember the last time with Sarah. He’d been home for two weeks and they had spent every single day together, just lazing on their property in Virginia Beach. That was where his DEVGRU unit, formerly known as SEAL Team Six, was stationed. The bastard Cooper had dropped in the day before Travis was to deploy. When he answered the door, Cooper asked to speak to Sarah privately. He’d always thought Cooper had been asking Sarah for money. Sarah had one of those work-from-home type gigs transcribing medical files. He’d logged on a couple of times to their joint account and he’d seen the deposits.
