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his touch along her arm. Such a simple touch, innocent really, but it stirred something in her and it lingered deliciously. Reflexively, she rubbed her hand across the path that his fingers had taken.
                  “So, Cpt. Kidd, J.C. tells us she knows you from college.” Jessica heard the commander’s words and her gaze whipped to Tyson’s. What would he say? Nobody knew about her appointment to the Academy and she wanted to keep it that way.  But, Tyson didn’t get a chance to speak.
                  “She went to West Point with you?”
    The question was blurted out from across the room. Jessica turned a horrified look upon Lt. Marcus Jones, but his eyes were targeting Tyson. If his expression was to be trusted, he was suffering major surprise over his loudly presented conclusion. From the way her commander’s jaw had dropped and his eyes had trained on her, Jones wasn’t the only one with questions. Well, shit.
     
    Chapter 4
                  Tyson lay in the hospital bed thinking about Jessica. Hell, she was all he had thought about for the last few of days. He thought about touching her, running his fingers over her petal soft skin. All it had been was a grazing of her arm, and yet it had awakened something in him. Not just sexual, though he acknowledged there had been a stirring in his loins. Tyson had sex, wasn’t some deprived schmuck that got excited at the slightest touch. But, when he had traced his fingers along Jessica’s skin, he had felt. He had felt her. Tyson had observed the slight shiver of Jessica’s body when he caressed her. He had noted the fine layer of goose bumps that had spread across her skin. Tyson had remembered that he’d always been able to do that to her, elicit flush of heat to the surfaces of her body. Witnessing it that day, Tyson had known that Jessica felt him, too. He wanted another chance to see just how much.
    She had looked none too pleased after Marcus had shouted out his question regarding her attendance at the Military Academy. It was clear she hadn’t told anyone she’d been a cadet. The guy that had been checking him out had damn near choked on his sputtering questions. He’d dropped Tyson’s arm and his focus had quickly shifted from Tyson’s vitals to Jessica’s stunned and cornered expression. He’d fired questions at her, but she’d recovered quickly and deftly dodged them. She answered the man without giving away too much, managing to avoid providing any sort of detail on why she had left the Academy. Tyson suspected that she was just delaying the inevitable outcome of having to truly explain herself. Not a lot of people got congressional recommendations to attend West Point. An even fewer number of people who actually attended the Academy ended up among the enlisted ranks. Truthfully, Tyson didn’t know if that had ever happened before. It would not have bothered Tyson at all if she’d been forced to explain it all right then and there. He gladly would have listened to every word. He still didn’t know what the hell had happened, the true reason she had walked away.
                  He had thought he was done wondering. But, here she was in the Army that he thought she had left for good. It didn’t make sense. Beyond that, she’d said she had missed him. What was that about? It had both thrilled him and pissed him off. Five years and seven months since he’d last laid eyes on Jessica Watts, since she had refused to take his calls or respond to his texts or letters or any of the contact that he had initiated. When he practically demands that she say something to him, she says, “ I’ve missed yo u”. And by God, his dumb ass had very nearly told her the same thing in return.
                  He hadn’t seen her again since she’d showed up to bring him the pain meds. She’d left with her superior and not been back. As soon a she’d walked out of the door, Jones had been all over