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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      She felt the flush of her cheeks as he made fun of her. She’d expected him to be the one clamming up and here she was like a nervous bunch of keys being jangled. She hadn’t even realized how long they’d been walking in silence.

      “I’m sorry Ryan, it’s just …”

      He shrugged. “I took you by surprise.”

      This was a man who’d been away from civilization for years, and yet he seemed to have her all figured out. That made a change.

      Jessica sighed.

      “I understand if you don’t want to, you know, hear about war or anything. It’s not exactly the most pleasant experience to discuss,” he said.

      She frowned at the look on his face. It took her a second, because she hesitated, but Jessica reached for his hand to give it a quick squeeze. She was being stupid and he was the one who needed her to act like normal. To listen to him like she had in all their letters. He had no idea why she was affected by what he’d said, and that’s how it had to be. She’d lost too much, exposed those she loved to that loss as well, and it had struck a chord with her. But that was one musical instrument she had no intention of playing around him, and that meant she had to deal with it and move on. Fast.

      “You can tell me all you like, honestly. I just didn’t expect you to be going back there anytime soon,” she explained. “It took me by surprise.”

      Ryan caught her hand before she could pull it away. His hand was strong, smooth. And the touch made a tingle start in her fingertips and ripple goose bumps up her forearm.

      “You’re the only person I’ve been able to talk to, apart from the guys, since I left.”

      She nodded. Words refused to form in her throat. It had been so long since a man had touched her. Since she’d even felt a spark of attraction that had made her heart beat like a hammer was thwacking it from side to side.

      “If I can’t talk to you, I’ve got no one,” he added.

      Jessica couldn’t take her eyes off their hands. Ryan followed her gaze and seemed to realize what the problem was, opening his grip and slowly releasing her fingers.

      “I’m sorry,” he muttered.

      “Don’t be sorry.”

      She smiled up at him. Watched the way his eyes crinkled ever so gently at the sides as he smiled back at her.

      “Oh, no!” she exclaimed.

      Ryan jumped to attention, eyes scanning, like he was looking for an enemy, but Jessica was already moving back toward the park.

      “What?”

      “Where’s Herc?” she gasped.

      Her heart had gone from thumping out of desire to banging from terror. How could she have been that distracted? How could she not have noticed that he’d wandered off? Her baby, her best friend, her …

      Hercules had been there for her through everything. When she was home recovering, cuddling up by her side as the chemo ravaged her body. Snuggling her when she couldn’t force herself out of bed in the morning. Listening to her as she’d sobbed after surgery.

      He’d probably just wandered off in search of more ducks, chasing mallards again, but still …

      Jessica had huge hot tears that felt like balls of fire fighting to get free of her lashes, desperate to spill, but she gulped them back, moving as fast as she could back the way they’d come.

      She jumped as a hand came down on her shoulder. A hand that seemed to distribute calm energy through her body, grounding her, telling her everything was going to be okay.

      “I’ll run ahead, you keep your eyes peeled.” Ryan’s deep voice was commanding as he took charge. “I’ll get him, you just stay calm.”

      Jessica nodded. She wasn’t capable of doing anything else. Herc always followed along beside her off the lead, but then she wasn’t usually so distracted.

      She watched Ryan thump gracefully down the sidewalk, his feet beating a steady rhythm as he jogged away from her.

      “Herc!” Jessica called as loud as she could. “Come on, Herc!”

      Ryan had never felt as if his heart was actually in his throat before. Maybe at the funeral, when he’d had to watch his son cry as his mother was lowered in a coffin into her grave. But that was a different kind of emotion. That was pure agony, mourning like he’d never known he could experience.

      This? This was desperation, panic. Determination to find what he was looking for.

      He’d settled into a quick steady jog and he was almost back to where they’d come from, searching with his eyes as he moved. The dog had been at their side when they’d left but the little rascal must have skipped off when something caught his nose.

      Then Ryan spotted him. A brown bullet barking his head off as he chased ducks back and forth along the bank again. Completely oblivious to the fact he was alone and had found his way back solo.

      Phew.

      “Hercules!”

      The dog ignored him. Ryan kept running, slowing only to scoop the bundle of fur into his arms.

      Hercules jumped and wriggled, but Ryan held him firm.

      “You gave us a fright, bud.”

      The dog just wriggled some more, tongue flapping as he tried to contort his little body around so he could lick him. Ryan held him in an iron-tight grip, just far enough away so he could avoid being slobbered all over.

      “Come on, let’s go find your mom.”

      He started jogging again, until he spotted Jessica ahead. He would have waved but he was determined not to let the dog go. He was writhing like a slippery fish again.

      When she saw them, Jessica’s entire face lit up, a smile stretching across her lips.

      “Herc!”

      Ryan slowed and grinned. “Told you I’d get him.”

      Now she was crying. Oh, no, he didn’t do tears well. He went to hold the dog out but she threw herself into his arms instead, almost making him drop the little animal!

      “Thank you, Ryan. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

      He gave her a half hug back, the other arm still occupied by Hercules.

      Ryan went to move at the same time as she kissed him on the cheek. His face turned too far and she got him on the side of his mouth.

      He fought not to turn farther into her, his pulse racing at her mouth on his.

      “Oh.”

      He grimaced. “Sorry.”

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