The Soldier's Homecoming. DONNA ALWARD

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      “I have a right to see her. She has a right to know me.”

      “Why is this so important to you? Why can’t you just let it go?”

      “Because she’s my daughter. My responsibility.” His former control reasserted itself. “I’m not the kind of man who shirks responsibility. I thought you understood that much about me.”

      “That’s what I’m saying.” Shannyn implored him with her hands. She did understand. As much as she was hurt that he’d left her, she’d admired him for his dedication to what he considered his duty. And he would have been dutiful to Emma too and it would have broken her heart little by little to know that he was staying for that reason and not of his own free will. Would have destroyed her to come home one day to a man who wanted out. Who wanted a life away from her and Emma. She never wanted Emma to feel abandoned and unloved the way she had felt growing up.

      “You would have stayed involved out of responsibility, not out of any lasting affection.”

      Jonas looked around them. Now that the shouting was over, no one seemed particularly interested in their exchange, no one noticed anything out of the ordinary. People simply walked along the path, enjoying the early-summer day, the mellow heat, the fresh green of the grass and leaves. Everything seemed to spin in a slow circle. The desert, Germany, the base, all spiraling outside of here. A perfect world around him while he felt trapped in chaos. His whole world was changing. It didn’t seem real.

      He clung to the one thing he hoped she might understand, searching for common ground that would anchor him to this unreal situation. “Shannyn, you’ve brought her up alone. I could have helped.”

      “With child support.” Her lips thinned to a straight line.

      “Well, yes.”

      Her short laugh surprised him. “And your money would have made it all right.”

      “It might have lessened your financial strain. It couldn’t have been easy.”

      “We’ve done just fine, thank you.”

      Jonas stared hard at her—dismissive. Her tone, her body language…it was all dismissive. He wasn’t wanted or required here. God, he wasn’t really wanted or required anywhere anymore. In a world of doers, he was now redundant. What had once been his purpose was gone. And he’d never thought about what he’d do when it was over. He’d always thought he’d keep doing what he was doing until he died on some battlefield. He certainly hadn’t expected to come home with a gimp leg, leaving him good for next to nothing.

      He saw the talent in the next wave of elite soldiers and hated that he wasn’t one of them anymore. Put out to pasture at the ripe old age of twenty-eight. It didn’t seem fair. He’d lost his career, and now he discovered he’d lost a family he hadn’t even known he had.

      “I want to see her.”

      “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

      His eyes blazed. “Shannyn, you can’t keep me from my own daughter.”

      “I’ll do what I have to, to keep her safe and happy.”

      “And you think I’d threaten that?”

      “She doesn’t need a temporary dad who’ll leave once he satisfies his curiosity.”

      That was what she thought of him, then. It showed how little she knew. How far apart they were.

      “Look at me,” he whispered stridently. “Does it look like I’m going anywhere? You’ve seen my file, right? Active duty is a long shot at best, out of my realm of possibility, more likely, according to the doctors.”

      He stepped closer, close enough that she had to tilt her neck sharply to look into his eyes. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, so close he could almost feel it against his. His gaze fell to her lips, and they opened slightly. How he could despise her so much right now and still want to kiss her was beyond him.

      “I’m obviously not in danger anymore. So tell me, Shannyn. What is it you’re really afraid of?”

      CHAPTER FOUR

      SHANNYN took a step back. “You’re invading my personal space.”

      Jonas laughed, a brittle sound as he stared at her with accusation in his eyes. “I beg your pardon.” He affected a small bow, mocking her, and put more distance between them.

      “You can’t keep me from my daughter anymore,” he argued firmly. “And you know it.”

      Shannyn’s heart sank. He was right. Now that he knew about Emma, she had no right to keep him from her. Legally she had no reason to deny him visitation. All she had were her own reservations, which would matter very little in the overall scheme of things if he pressed his case. She decided to appeal to whatever sense of fatherly concern he might possess.

      “I don’t want her upset.”

      He put his hand into his trousers pocket and tilted his head, watching her closely. “Neither do I. I’m willing to let you name the terms of how we do this. Within reason.”

      “You are?” It was the last thing she’d expected from him and she couldn’t keep the surprise from her voice.

      “You can tell her about me by yourself, if you wish. And we’ll meet wherever you think she’ll be most comfortable.” He balanced his weight on one leg and smiled thinly, a smile that seemed forced and manufactured for the moment.

      “Thank you,” Shannyn breathed with relief.

      “I don’t have any desire to traumatize her, Shannyn.” His jaw softened slightly. “I’m not in the habit of terrorizing children.”

      “Of course not.” She dropped her eyes. After the initial blowout, he was suddenly being remarkably reasonable. Appealing to him from Emma’s point of view had been the right course. He was exerting his rights, but at least he wasn’t blind to how this would affect Emma.

      “You have the weekend.” He straightened, putting his weight equally on his feet once more. “I’ll be in touch Monday, and we’ll talk then about how to move forward.”

      She met his gaze again and clenched her fingers. He was making it sound like a business transaction, or an assignment.

      “For someone who says I can handle this how I want, you’re being awfully dictatorial. It’s not some battle plan you’ve concocted.”

      “I just want to make sure you don’t drag this out. It’s been six years. I think I have a right to have doubts about your…expediency.”

      Shannyn felt as if they were right back to the beginning of the argument again, and she didn’t want to rehash everything that had been said—and unsaid.

      “Fine. But just so you know,” she lifted her chin, “bossing me around really isn’t going to help your case any.”

      Jonas stared down into her eyes, and she struggled not to feel intimidated. In front of her now was a man accustomed to getting what СКАЧАТЬ