Battle for the Soldier's Heart by Cara Colter

Author:Cara Colter [Colter, Cara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Contemporary, Fiction
ISBN: 0373178190
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2012-01-01T08:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIX

“MR. Adams, are you all right?”

“Huh?” Rory had been staring aimlessly out his office window. He’d had the dream last night. Worse than normal. The two teenage boys, the bullets. This time, he had ducked, as if he could see the bullet coming, as if he had deliberately let Graham get it instead of him.

And still, there was a sense of having awoken too soon. There was still a piece missing, something important. Words.

Not that it mattered. There were no words that could make him feel better, that could take away this feeling of tremendous guilt. There were no words that could make the realization of a man’s powerlessness over life and death any easier.

Sometimes, you couldn’t protect the people you cared about. His mother. Graham. Was the dream more intense because he had spent time with Gracie? Because he was seeing how his inability to stop bad things from happening had gone out like a wave and swamped other lives?

If he could protect Grace from Serenity would it make up for all his past failings?

“I’m fine,” he said gruffly to Bridey. “I’ve been invited out for dinner tonight. Could you get me something to bring?”

“The regular?”

“Yeah, whatever.” What was the regular? A bottle of good wine, exquisitely expensive, roses in the same price range. “No, wait.”

He didn’t want to bring wine if Serenity was there. She’d probably swig it all back and then try to drive herself and the kid somewhere.

And he actually didn’t want wine with Grace again, either. Because after one glass at lunch, she’d lost her inhibitions enough to put on a bikini.

And kiss him.

A kiss powerful enough to send a man packing to Australia!

“Uh, no wine,” he said. “And not roses for the flowers, either.” Somehow, Grace wasn’t a rose kind of girl in his mind. “Something less, uh, formal. Less, uh, ostentatious.”

“Got it,” Bridey said.

He arrived at Grace’s feeling foolishly like a boy on his first date. He wished he hadn’t brought the flowers at all, because the bouquet was quite large, a colorful explosion of daisies and daffodils, mums and lilies.

There was no sign of Serenity’s decrepit old truck yet.

He looked at the house—Graham’s house, really—and waited for the sadness of the memories of them together here to hit. They didn’t and he felt thankful for all that Grace had done to it. She had made the house her own, painted, changed the facade, added colorful plantings beneath the windows and up the walkway.

She came to the door, and he found himself steeling himself—not against memories of him and Graham, but against memories of him and her.

And the way her lips had tasted: the hint of passion in them, the faint eagerness. And the way she had made him feel.

As if he could trust her. As if he could trust her with things he had told no one.

She opened the door and looked over his shoulder. “No Ferrari today,” she said. “Hello, Rory.”

“I traded it in on something a little more me.

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