the day I broke your heart. What you didn’t know was that I was breaking mine
I thought they’d be enough–my husband and my son. That I’d get home and
everything would go back to the way it was . . .
Before the war.
Before the ambush.
But, no matter how hard I try, I can’t erase the trauma we shared. I can’t seem
to forget the way my heart beat in time with yours.
The truth is I’m lost without you.
I thought the nightmare was over when they pulled us from that hole in the
ground, but nothing could have prepared me for the war I’d face at home.
I know it’s selfish of me to ask, but, please, I have to see you one last time.
All my love,
to break my heart,” she declares, wringing her hands nervously. “Give me a
reason to hate you, because wanting you this way is…it’s ruining me. It’s
ruining my life.”
chin, as if ready to take a blow, her turbulent eyes implore mine. “Tell me
about them. Tell me about all of the women you’ve been with since Germany.”
shake my head. “Hell no.”
Briggs. How long did you wait? A few days?” She laughs sarcastically. “I bet
you didn’t even make it a day.”
coming out guns blazing, and I can see it’s physically killing her to do it.
playing the guessing game? Do I get to ask how many times you’ve fucked your
says with a shrug. “We’ll trade. You go first.”
bluffing, and I’m calling her on it.
this, Scottie. You don’t really want to hear about that.”
Briggs.” Her eyes plead with mine. “I need to hear this.”
want the truth?”
bobs her head.
stock-still as I pace the small room, feeling the blood begin to boil beneath
my overheated skin.
back toward her, stopping inches away. “You really want to know that there have
been so many that I’ve lost count? How they’re all blondes with blue eyes? But
the blue, it’s never right, and their smiles—all wrong.”
at the fresh tears that trail down her cheeks as her lips begin to tremble.
Reaching out, she places a hand on my chest, and I know that she must feel the
way my heart is pounding against my rib cage, reaching for her. Always reaching
myself away and brand that touch to memory.
forty-five seconds, my heart is going to implode. I start ticking them down.
me to tell you all about how I have to drink myself stupid, till their faces
blur enough that I can pretend…” I pause running a hand down my face. “So that
I can pretend they’re you? You want to know how fucking miserable I am? How
when I slide between their legs, I close my eyes, and it’s your face I see? How
I’m always careful not to kiss them because their lips are all wrong. How every
time I finish I want to fucking kill myself, because I can’t stand the pain of
wanting the one woman I can never have.”
crumbling, she gasps out a sob, wrapping her arms around her shoulders.
Scottie. Let’s not kid ourselves. I’m still the same prick you hated when we
met. Nothing’s changed. I think we’ve romanticized this situation long enough,
another step away from her, I tilt my head. “You’re a housewife,” I say
snidely. “Someone else’s wife and I’m a career soldier. This isn’t exactly
flinches visibly, and my heart bottoms out.
hand through the air. “At the end of the day, this was nothing but a big
mistake. And we never would have happened if—”
cries out painfully, “stop, I’m good,” she whispers before rocketing toward the
door just as I reach for her, my fingers curling in the space she just left.
Handle in hand, she looks back at me with the sweep of her eyes until they meet
mine. That’s how we started, and it’s only fitting it’s how we should end. For
the moment, we’re right back there in the place we created, where we are
perfect. Where our souls line up without any visible smudge on the seams. In a
place where there is still so much love, so much that I can’t stop the tear
that slides out before batting it away with the back of my hand.
identical tear runs down her cheek. “Thank you.”
her husband, Nick, and her naughty beagle, Sadie. She pens messy, sexy,
angst-filled contemporary romance, as well as romantic comedy and erotic
suspense because it’s what she loves as a reader.
rap. She dabbles a little in photography, can knit a simple stitch scarf for
necessity, and on occasion, does very well at whiskey.
Katy is a soldier. She knew when she chose this career that it would be difficult when she deployed but leaving behind Gavin, the husband she loves, and her son Noah is breaking her heart. Her only solace is that her best friend will be with her on the mission.
Briggs is a fellow soldier. He comes across as arrogant and fun loving but there is so much more to the man. They are both attracted to each other, but they know they can never be more than friends as they both respect the vows that Katy made.
When circumstances lead them to only having each other both their worlds and everything they believe is put to the test. Even when they make it back home adjusting to their old lives is an emotional nightmare as they are no longer the same people that left. The results of what happened while they served has scarred them and although Katy wants to accept the comfort from her family, she doesn’t want to burden them with what she is going through so she ends up contacting the one person who lived it with her.
All three of these characters are good people who are just trying to deal with what life has thrown them and you know at some point that one of them is going to be left devastated. This is an emotional story unlike any you have read before and although it breaks your heart it puts it back together as well. This is not just a story it is an experience that I can’t recommend strongly enough and it should be experienced by everyone.