The Marine (Semper Fi; Marine) by Cheryl Reavis

Author:Cheryl Reavis [Reavis, Cheryl]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary Romance, Women's Fiction, Forever Love, Bachelor & Single Father, Single Mother, Hearts Desire, Lifetime Love, Life-Changes, Second Chance Reunion, Honesty & Trust, Home & Family, Romantic Schemes, Beautiful & Feisty, Love-Family & Forever, Small Town & Rural Area, Action & Adventure, Military Service, USMC Marine Corps, Marine Soldier, Young Widow, Family & Domestic Life-Two Teenage Daughters, Family & Domestic Life-Young Child-Daughter, Family Care Plan, Marine Corps Veteran, Wounded Warriors
ISBN: 9781611947373
Publisher: Bell Bridge Books Inc.
Published: 2016-11-23T05:00:00+00:00

Grace didn’t say anything. Instead, she reflected on the exchange she’d had earlier with Lisa. If Jason the Jock had ignored her, then she was becoming very accomplished at hiding her feelings. And who knew what else.

“I don’t think the prom thing is going to work out,” Allison repeated, and her feelings regarding the matter, Grace thought, were mixed. There was no trace of gloating in Allison’s remark, but there was no real empathy, either. That, Grace supposed, would come with maturity. Allison wasn’t quite old enough to understand the “heart’s desire” concept.

“Josh doesn’t like him,” Allison said next.

“How do you know that?”

“He told me—sort of. He said Jason was one of these baseball guys. I said Jason was a football player, but Josh said no, Jason was somebody who’d been born on third base and thought he’d hit a triple. And guys like that weren’t good for any girl. When’s breakfast?”

“Whenever you cook it?” Grace suggested.

Allison grinned. “I can do that . . . if you want oatmeal or oatmeal. Real oatmeal,” she added. “Cooked in a pot.”

“Real oatmeal cooked in a pot sounds fine—as long as I don’t have to wash the pot. I’m going to take a quick shower, before all these traumatized muscles decide to turn on me.”

“Okay. Josh and Elizabeth like real oatmeal, too. Maybe it’s in the family genes.”

“Maybe,” Grace said, though she remembered Sandra Kay as being completely indifferent to food. She headed for the stairs, trying not to think how disappointed Allison would be if the DNA test showed that Josh wasn’t Sandra Kay’s son. Though if he was, it would create yet another set of problems—like what to do about trying to find her.

“Allison’s cooking oatmeal,” she said to Josh who was coming down the stairs carrying a freshly diapered Elizabeth.

“Outstanding,” he said. “Right?” he asked Elizabeth, who bounced in his arms.

“How are you feeling?” he asked Grace.

“I’ll let you know tomorrow,” she said. But actually, she was feeling fine. Awake and alert and ready for . . . whatever.

She hesitated at Lisa’s door on her way down the hall, but then she decided against trying to talk to her. Lisa was enough like her to want to get used to an unhappy situation herself before she dragged it out for any kind of discussion.

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