Navy Brat. Debbie Macomber

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СКАЧАТЬ wasn’t pleased with her choice of parks for their picnic. The zoo was a place for family and kids. He’d be lucky if they found five minutes alone together. But then, that was exactly the reason Erin had chosen it.

      Brand, on the other hand, wanted seclusion and privacy. He wanted to kiss Erin again. Hell, he needed to kiss Erin again. The thought had dominated his mind for days. She was so incredibly soft and sweet. He swore he’d never kissed another woman who tasted of honey the way she did. The sample she’d given him hadn’t been nearly enough to satisfy his need. For days he’d been telling himself he’d blown the kiss up in his mind, way out of proportion. Nothing could have been that good.

      “Anyplace around here will do,” she said.

      He followed her into the park, his gaze scanning the rolling green landscape and falling on a large pond. The space under the trees near the shore looked the most promising. He suggested there.

      “Sure,” she responded, but she sounded uncertain.

      Brand smoothed out the gray navy-issue blanket on the lawn and set the wicker basket in the center of it.

      “If you’d said something earlier, I would have baked brownies,” Erin said, striving, Brand thought, to sound conversational.

      “You can next time.” The implication was there, as blatant as he could make it. He would be seeing her again. Often. As frequently as their schedules allowed. He planned on it, and he wanted her to do the same.

      “What did you pack for us?” Her voice sounded hollow, as if it were coming from an abandoned well.

      “Nothing all that fabulous.” Kneeling on the blanket, he opened the basket and set out sandwiches, a couple of cans of cold pop, potato chips and two oranges.

      Erin’s gaze rested on the oranges for the longest moment. They were the large Florida variety, juicy, she suspected, and sweet.

      “Do you want the turkey on white or the corned beef on whole wheat?”

      “The turkey,” she answered.

      Next Brand opened the chips and handed her the bag. She grabbed a handful and set them on top of a napkin. For all her claims about being famished, Brand noted, she barely touched her food.

      He sat, leaning his back against the base of the tree, and stretched his long legs out in front of him, crossing his ankles. “You’re looking thoughtful.”

      Her responding smile was weak. “I…I was just thinking about something one of the women in my class told me.”

      “What was that?”

      Her head came up, and her gaze collided with his. “Ah…it’s difficult to explain.”

      “This class means a lot to you, doesn’t it?”

      Erin nodded. “One of the women has been on my mind the last couple of days. She hasn’t centered herself yet, and—”

      “Centered herself?”

      “It’s a counseling term. Basically, what it means is that she hasn’t come to grips with who and what she is and needs to brace herself for whatever comes her way. Right now she’s suffering from shock and emotional pain, and the smallest problem overpowers her. Frankly, I’m worried.”

      “Tell me about her.” Brand held out his arm, wanting Erin to scoot close and rest her head on his chest. He’d been looking for a subtle, natural way of doing so without putting Erin on red alert.

      He was almost surprised when she did move toward him. She didn’t exactly cuddle up in his arms, but she braced her back against his chest and stretched her legs out in front of her. His arm reached across her shoulder blades.

      “She’s taking my class because after thirty-odd years of marriage her husband is leaving her. From what I understand there’s another woman involved.”

      “I didn’t know people would divorce after staying married for so many years. Frankly, it doesn’t make a lot of sense.”

      “It happens,” Erin explained softly, “more than you’d guess.”

      “Go on, I didn’t mean to interrupt you. Tell me about…”

      “I’ll call her Margo. That isn’t her name, of course.”

      Brand nodded. It felt so good to have Erin in his arms. He’d been fantasizing about it for days. The hold wasn’t as intimate as he would have liked, but with this sweet Irish miss he’d need to go slowly.

      “She’s in her early fifties and never worked outside the home. All she knows how to be is a homemaker and a wife. I’d venture to guess that she’s never written a check. I know for a fact she doesn’t drive. At a time in her life when she was looking forward to retirement, she needs to find a career and make a home for herself.”

      “What about children? Surely, they’d stick by their mother at a time like this.”

      “Two daughters. They’re both married and live outside the state. From what I can remember, one lives in California and the other someplace in Texas. Margo’s completely alone, probably for the first time in her life.”

      “How’s she handling it?”

      “It’s hard to tell. We’re only two classes into the course, but as I said before, she’s shaky and fragile. Time will help.”

      “My parents were divorced.” Brand seldom spoke of his family, and even more rarely of the trauma that had ripped his life apart at such a tender age. “I was just a kid at the time.”

      “Was it bad?”

      He answered her with a short nod. Without a doubt, it was the worst ordeal Brand could ever remember happening to him. His whole world had been shattered. He’d become a weapon to be used against one parent or the other. And he’d only been eleven at the time. Far too young to understand, far too old to cry.

      “I rarely saw my father afterward. Every time he and my mother were in the same room together, they’d start arguing. My guess is that it was easier for him to move as far away as possible than to deal with her.”

      “So when he divorced your mother, he divorced you, too?”

      Once again, Brand responded with a short nod. His life had been filled with one trauma after another after his father had moved out of the state. A year or two later, when his mother had remarried, all communication and child support had stopped. Brand had been made to feel guilty for every bit of food he ate or each pair of shoes he outgrew. While attending college, he’d become involved in the officers’ training program offered by the navy. His life had changed from that moment forward. For the better.

      Brand found security and acceptance in the navy. What the military had given him, it had taken away from Erin. He understood her complaints well. She hated moving, never planting roots or building lasting relationships. Brand thrived on the security. The navy was his home. The navy was his life. No one would ever take that away from him. There would always be a navy. Budget cuts hurt, bases were being closed down all across the country and military spending was being decreased, but he was secure, more secure than he had been since childhood.

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