His Girl Next Door: The Army Ranger's Return / New York's Finest Rebel / The Girl from Honeysuckle Farm. Trish Wylie

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      “I’m fine.”

      He was overprotective. Always worrying about her, especially after the cancer. But he’d already lost one sister, she could hardly blame him for wanting to keep her safe.

      “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

      She waved her hand in the air and tried to relax. “I was just chatting to a friend on the phone.” Jess gave Bella a sharp look, but her friend was already smiling. She had guessed exactly whom she’d been talking to.

      “Oh.” Steven looked unsure but he turned back to the meat.

      “He’s, ah, going to come over and join us soon, actually.”

      “He?” Steven growled.

      Now Steven was holding his cooking utensil at a scary angle, like he was about to behead someone with it.

      Jess gulped. She should have predicted this. “Yes, he,” she repeated, standing up to her brother. “I think I mentioned that I had a pen pal, a soldier who I wrote to.”

      The look on Steven’s face spelt thunder. There was a possibility he could have summoned a hurricane just with his expression. “And he’s coming here? Now?”

      “He’s a friend, Steven, nothing to get concerned about.”

      He grimaced then turned away from her. Bella was wriggling in her chair, but Jess shook her head. She didn’t want this to become a big deal. Right now Ryan was just a friend, and the last thing she needed was Steven getting worked up over it.

      “His name is Ryan, and he’s back for a while to recover. He had surgery and as soon as he’s better he’ll be back with his unit, so there is absolutely no reason to overreact. It’s not like he’s even here for long,” she told him.

      Steven shrugged, but he didn’t turn around. She could tell he wasn’t happy about it. But then given her recent track record, she could hardly blame him.

      “And I don’t want him knowing about the cancer.”

      That made him turn. Now he looked like Neptune about to command the entire ocean. “What kind of friend do you have to keep your cancer from?”

      She reached for the bottle opener and popped the top off a beer for Steven. She passed it to him.

      “The kind of friend who doesn’t need to know. Okay?”

      He took the beer and tipped it up, draining a third of the bottle. “If he hurts you, I’ll deck him.”

      She had no doubt that he’d try. Her only issue was that even with a less than perfect arm, Ryan could probably kill her brother with his bare hands.

      Bella waved her over and Jess went to sit beside her.

      “He only wants to protect you,” Bella said quietly.

      Jess knew that, she did. And she liked that he was always there for her. After what her ex had done to her, she couldn’t blame her brother. She’d been left heartbroken, facing surgery and serious chemotherapy on her own. One moment she’d been looking forward to a wedding, and the next she’d been fighting for her life without the man she’d once loved by her side.

      Ryan was different though. He’d been there for his wife, by her side, and she’d lost her battle. He might not want to go back to that dark place ever again, but it wasn’t something she could fault him for. He was a different kind of man. Honorable. Dependable.

      “Is it so bad that I don’t want him to know?” she asked Bella in a low voice.

      Her friend squeezed her hand and shook her head. “No. No, it’s not.”

      “He’s not going to be around long enough for it to matter, right?”

      Bella sighed then shrugged. She didn’t answer; it was a hypothetical question, anyway.

      “You were right yesterday,” Jessica told her. “It’s time I let my hair down, enjoyed being in remission, being alive, and being in the company of a man.” She took a tiny sip of beer and tucked her feet up under her on the chair. She liked Ryan. She didn’t have to pretend otherwise. So why was she still trying to convince herself he was just another friend?

      Because after what had happened last night, she knew that they were way beyond friends now.

      Ryan pushed the button on his key to lock the car and walked toward the house. It was stupid, being nervous about meeting Jessica’s friends, but it had been a long time since he’d done normal stuff like this.

      And his latest argument with George was playing on his mind. Hard to ignore.

      His son had finally found his tongue, but the words coming out weren’t pretty. Ryan grimaced. Maybe George did genuinely hate him. And if he did, what on earth was he going to do about it?

      He knocked at the door, sternly pushing back thoughts of his son. It swung back and Jessica grinned at him from inside.

      “Hey, Ryan.”

      The warmth that spread through him, the smile he couldn’t help but give her in return, somehow took away all the pain.

      She was like his ray of sunshine on the gloomiest of days.

      “Hi,” he answered.

      She beckoned with her hand. “Come on in.”

      Ryan hesitated for a second too long. He should have kissed her on the cheek, touched his hand to her arm, anything. But he’d waited too long. Now it would just be awkward. It was the second time he’d managed to do that and he vowed not to miss his chance again.

      “So this is a friend’s place?”

      She shook her head. “My brother’s.”

      Oh, dear. He’d walked in on a family do or something.

      When she’d said her brother was on burger duty he hadn’t realized it was his house.

      “I don’t want to intrude, if you’re doing the whole family thing.”

      She laughed and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her expression shy. “It’s just my brother and another couple of friends.”

      “If you’re sure.”

      This time she was braver in reassuring him. This time she reached out and touched his arm, so lightly he could have missed it if he wasn’t watching the way her skin connected with his.

      “It’s really nice to see you again.”

      Ryan felt the warmth spread through him, just like it had when he’d arrived. He’d thought of little else but her since last night, except for when he was trying to deal with his son, and being with her again, right now, sure seemed right.

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