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      He was out of time. Ryan slowly, cautiously turned back toward the house. He wanted to squeeze his eyes shut, walk back down the steps and start all over. Without the flowers dangling awkwardly from one hand, and instead standing at ease on the doorstep in front of her.

      Ryan spun around as the door swished open.

      “Jessica.”

      He exhaled the word as if he’d been waiting a lifetime to say it. In a way he had.

      Ryan was pleased he’d never asked her for a photograph. It couldn’t have done justice to the reality of her features. Hair the color of rain-drizzled sand was tucked behind her ears, eyes the shade of the richest dark chocolate peeked out beneath dark lashes. She smiled like she was greeting her first date—nervously, expectantly, unsurely.

      Worried. Just like he was.

      After so many months of writing one another, meeting in person was kind of surreal.

      He went to move and something tiny hit him in the knees and almost made him fall. By the time he looked down a small dog was doing laps around his feet, before disappearing back into the house with as much speed as he’d arrived with.

      Ryan laughed then looked back to the woman waiting to meet him.

      “Jessica.” When he said it this time it made him smile naturally, rather than feeling like a word-stuck teenager. “It’s so good to finally meet you.”

      She grinned as he walked toward her, then opened her arms to him.

      “Ryan.”

      Even the way she said his name did something to his insides, but he pushed past it. He was a soldier. He was trained to deal with difficult situations.

      “I’m really glad you made it, Ryan.”

      He let the flowers drop to the porch as he opened his own arms to hold her. Jessica stepped into his embrace as if she’d been made to fit there, firm against his chest, arms tight around him. She hugged him like someone who cared about him.

      Like he hadn’t been hugged in a long time.

      It had been years since his wife had died. Years since he’d felt the genuine embrace of a woman, one that wasn’t out of pity, but out of something deeper, warmer.

      Ryan inhaled the scent of her—the tease of perfume that reminded him of coconuts on a beach. The soft caress of her hair that fell against his neck as she tucked into him.

      It felt good. No … even better than good. It felt great.

      He cleared his throat and stepped back, not wanting to make her uncomfortable by keeping hold of her too long. Jessica leapt back from him like a bear from a nest of hornets, her face alternating between happy and concerned.

      “I …”

      “We …”

      They both laughed.

      “You first,” he said.

      Jessica grinned at him and rocked back and forth, arms crossed over her chest.

      “I don’t remember what I was going to say!”

      Ryan shook his head and laughed. Laughed like he thought he’d forgotten how to, cheeks aching as he watched her do the same.

      He bent to collect the fallen flowers.

      “These are for you.”

      She blushed. When had he last seen a grown woman blush? It made a goofy smile play across his lips.

      “Me?”

      He nodded.

      “It’s been a long time since anyone gave me flowers.”

      Ryan watched as she dipped her nose down to inhale them, her eyes dancing along the white silhouette of each rose.

      It had been a long time since he’d given a woman flowers.

      “Do they give me passage inside?”

      Jessica looked up at him with an expression he’d only seen once before. His wife had looked up at him like that from her hospital bed, full of hope, happiness shining from her face.

      He clenched his jaw and stamped the memory away, refusing to go there. This was Jessica, the woman who had made an effort to write to him when most Americans seemed to forget what U.S. troops were facing overseas. This was not a time to dwell on the past.

      “Yes.” She looked sideways, away and then back, but he didn’t miss the twinkle in her eyes. “Yes, it does. So long as you’re prepared to meet Hercules properly.”

      “I take it Hercules is the small fur-ball who almost bowled me over.”

      Jessica reached out to Ryan and grinned. “Maybe if I’d given him a more insignificant name he wouldn’t be quite so full of self-importance.”

      Ryan took the hand she offered and let himself be led inside. It felt too normal to touch his skin to hers, too casual, but when she looked over her shoulder at him and smiled, her fingers trailing away from his until she was just a woman walking ahead of him, he felt the loss of her touch like a limb had just been torn from his body.

      The shock of doing normal things was something hard to get used to, after months being surrounded by other men in the desert. Each day started to merge with the next one … and home seemed like just a scene on a postcard.

      Being back here wasn’t something he had looked forward to, it was something he’d feared and wished he didn’t have to confront again. But Jessica had been there for him, eagerly writing him back so he’d had something positive to concentrate on.

      When everything else was gone, snatched away from him, Jessica had been there.

      She’d come into his life when he’d been losing his way. When he’d almost felt as though his soul had been defeated, like he had lost his purpose. It was Jessica who had held each piece of him together when he could have lost hope.

      Maybe she could help him now he was home, too. Because nothing else had fallen into place since he’d returned.

      A man could only hope.

      Jessica set the flowers to rest in a vase on her bench and turned back to her guest.

      “Shall we have lunch here or go out for something?”

      Ryan shrugged. “I don’t mind.”

      “But …?”

      She laughed as he squinted at her.

      “How did you know there was a but?” he asked.

      Jessica tapped her nose. “You’d be surprised what I know about you.”

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