Operation Soldier Next Door. Justine Davis
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Название: Operation Soldier Next Door
Автор: Justine Davis
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Исторические любовные романы
Серия: Mills & Boon Romantic Suspense
isbn: 9781474040440
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“I’m not some conspiracy theorist, if that’s what you mean. I’m just saying it doesn’t figure, doesn’t make sense, no matter what way you twist it. Martin wasn’t careless, but even if he was, the timing is suspect. No way it could have been leaking all this time unnoticed, and yet still have enough left to explode like that. It’s been three months, after all.”
He winced at that, and she felt instantly contrite. The man had just lost his beloved grandfather. Three months was no time at all when it was someone you loved that much.
“I’m sorry. I should go.” And stay away, since I apparently can’t stop making things worse.
She hurried back to her house and went in through the back door without even glancing at her garden. She shut the door behind her and leaned against it.
Even spaghetti wasn’t going to cheer her up tonight.
* * *
Of course it was an accident, Tate thought as he rolled over onto his other side of his makeshift bed on the floor of the shop. He’d hit it early, trying to catch up a little more on sleep, but the moment he’d closed his eyes the rabbit warren of his brain had opened up full force and he couldn’t find the off switch.
Sometimes I wish brains had an off switch, Tate.
But Gramps, if it’s off, how would you switch it back on?
He smiled into the darkness. He always smiled when that childhood memory came to him. Mostly of how Gramps had roared with laughter, as if Tate’d said the most clever thing ever spoken.
I’ll not worry about you, boy. Your brain works just fine.
It was working overtime now. But it had to be an accident. What else could it have been? He was no longer in the world where any explosion was assumed to be enemy action until proven otherwise.
Unless...
What if she really had meant she thought he’d somehow set it off himself and just hadn’t wanted to admit it?
He closed his eyes, remembering her startled reaction. It had seemed genuine. So genuine he’d been relieved to see it. Not that that had done anything to ease the tension he felt every time she was around.
She made good spaghetti sauce, though. Really good. And if it hadn’t been for that huge tub in the fridge, he probably would have ended up eating odds and ends of unbalanced stuff instead of a full, satisfying meal.
You owe her, he told himself. And frowned. He wasn’t sure if it was because he didn’t like owing anyone, or because he didn’t like owing her. Because owing her meant more contact, at some point.
She lives next door, you’re not really going to be able to avoid her all the time.
His common sense told him that, but the inward discomfort he felt at the thought made him wish he could. Which in turn made him frown again, at himself, because she’d been nothing but nice and helpful.
Really nice neighborly young woman, sweet, thoughtful and helpful.
Yeah, Gramps. The beautiful part was just frosting, right?
You admire the pretty ones, but you marry the real ones. If you’re smart.
Smart? Well, Gramps, there’s book smart and then there’s life smart.
And if you’re as lucky as I was, you get both in the same package.
Tate shook his head. Not many are that lucky, Gramps. And I think you and Gram may have used up all the McLaughlin luck in that arena.
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