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Try Me (Take a Chance 1)

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The lawyer side of Erica’s brain said it was too much, too fast. Divorce rates were ridiculously high, especially among military spouses. But her heart wasn’t listening. Her heart had waited far too long to be this happy.

Had waited far too long to have him as her own.

She let her heart decide, for once. “I’m ready for all of that. I love you. Whether we live here or there…I’m yours.”

He captured her lips in a brief, dizzying kiss that bordered on savage. “You’ll never be able to get rid of me.”

He moved to kiss her again. She pressed her fingers to his mouth. “Hold on. I do have one request.”

“Anything.”

“When they ship you back overseas, don’t get shot.”

He laughed. “Love, I told you, I’m too ornery. I’m only vulnerable when it comes to you. There…I’m completely defenseless.”

She fingered the dog tags dangling between them. “I like the sound of that.”

“Planning to abuse me mercilessly?”

“Maybe not mercilessly.”

He laughed. She smiled and traced her fingers over his lips. He was so amazing. So right for her. The split in his lower lip was still healing; she touched it gently. One stupid night in Vegas, one fistfight he never should have gotten in, had thrown him out into the desert and brought him back into her life.

She couldn’t imagine how she’d managed without him.

“You and me,” she said. “I think we can handle anything.”

“Together?” he asked.

“Together.”

He pressed his lips to hers. She wrapped her arms around him. Things might be uncertain. They might be hard. But right now, she’d never been more certain of anything in her life.

Wherever he belonged, so did she.

Epilogue

Erica stood in the huge crowd of women and children, and peered anxiously over their shoulders. Any minute now, the bus would pull in and Jeremy would come striding out. He’d been overseas for seven painfully long months. Her body hummed with anticipation. She fidgeted and tightened her grip on her homemade WELCOME HOME sign until she felt the wood creak under her chokehold. She relaxed her fingers and stole a quick glance at her watch.

Still only seven thirty. Damn it.

“Relax,” Tommy soothed, and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “He’ll be here soon. Any minute now, he’ll come strutting out.”

“I’ll relax when I can see him again,” she snapped, and instantly regretted it.

She couldn’t help herself. She was big as a house and cranky as a rattlesnake, with a bite twice as toxic. This morning’s fight with the dispatcher at Pendleton hadn’t helped, but someone needed to fix the plumbing in their shitty little base bungalow. She rubbed her swollen stomach and grimaced. The sun beat down on her head, boiling her alive. Was it always this damned hot in San Diego, or was it just her pregnant hormones trying to boil her alive?

The front of the crowd stirred. Voices rose. Erica stood up straight. Her heart tripped over itself. Tears prickled her eyes. Please, God, let it be him. This rollercoaster was killing her.

“I can’t see, Tommy. Are they here?”

Tommy stood a good foot above her, well above the crush of people. He’d flown out to help with her pregnancy during the last grueling months, but right now he wasn’t enough. People milled in front of her, behind her, next to her. Everyone was here except the one person she truly wanted.

“Tommy!” She jammed her elbow into his ribs. “Say something. Do you see them?”

“Ow! I’m looking, brat.” He craned to see. “Yeah, I think I see the bus. They’re coming out. Shit, they all look the same in their gear.”

She watched every face that moved through the crowd, each soldier rushing into the arms of mothers, wives, brothers, sons. Not one was Jeremy. Several of the women around her cried out names and fought through the crowds to reach their men, but Erica was silent. Searching. The emotion, so thick in the air, was nothing compared to the bubbling cauldron of frustration and lonely, choking need ready to boil over inside her.



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