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would be some hardship on my end.
    I studied him. He held my gaze intently, waiting for my reply. He gripped the steering wheel snugly, his knuckles turning white. His breaths were deep, but hard. He seemed to hold it in just a little too long before he released each one. Like any well-trained soldier, he didn’t rush me. He was patient, and gave nothing beyond his words away. I knew he would wait for me to make the next move, and there was something irresistible about a man like that. In a book, that made him the perfect dominant without the BDSM. In reality, that made him better than fiction.
    I smiled at him , nodding lightly. “Okay.”
    He remained solemn, observing me. Suddenly, he faced forward, putting the truck into ‘Drive’ and pulling out. “You’re going to pay for that torture,” – he glanced directly at me, - “with torture.” His lips curled ever-so-slightly at the edges as he focused on the road.
    I shuddered. My body delighted in his promise, warming with the images flickering through my imagination. Sweet cherry pie, I wanted his muscles throwing my excess sexiness into delicious ecstasy.
    His gaze flickered to me briefly, but he didn’t say anything. Again, he knew the effect he had on me, but he didn’t rush to acknowledge it.
    It seemed my torture had already begun.

    Chapter Twenty
    Taylor
    Tension stiffened every muscle in my body as I put the truck in ‘Park’ outside my small ranch-style house. I had to call upon the strength I accessed on the battlefield to keep myself in check. I wanted to pounce on her, to quietly sneak up on her and take her down hard and fast with me.
    I jerked the key from the ignition and sat back, watching her for a minute. I got a sick thrill out of observing her. Her features always showed her excitement. Nerves were present, but she had a glow about her that they never dimmed.
    She scanned the horizon, taking in the details of my modest home.
    There were a total of six homes on our property: my parents’, one for each of my brothers, and my grandparents’ old house. None of them were grand or majestic; they were cozy. They had the basics with simple touches of warmth. These properties were home, where I wanted to be when I was allowed to escape war.
    “It suits you,” she stated, continuing to stare out the window.
    The brick home was resilient and withstood any weather. There were a few trees dotting the land around it, but there was little else to dress up the house. It didn’t have shutters on the windows or a grand porch. It was bare. Is that what she thought I was: plain and boring?
    My gut twisted at the thought. Maddie deserved a hell of a lot more than plain and boring. She was saucy and sultry in an innocent and alluring way. I liked the way she dressed, the way her hair seemed to rebel against the products in it, and the way her glasses slipped on her nose from time to time. I loved that she was open in a mysterious way: she answered any question, but only with what she felt you wanted to know about that situation and nothing more. She was honest. I found myself trusting her from the first e-mail. She thought before she spoke, and she always spoke – and wrote – with purpose. She was a beautiful woman with a beautiful heart. She was the woman for me, everything I’d wanted in one package.
    I felt my brows furrow the moment she faced me.
    She placed a small, soft hand on my forearm as a wistful smile curled her lips. “I like it.”
    When I didn’t detect any deceit on her part, I relaxed. Leaning in, I swept a few strands away from her face before I kissed her. “I like you,” I whispered against her lips.
    I felt her smile against me. “ I more than like you, Tay.”
    I pulled back, gazing into her glossy browns. “Let’s go inside. The last thing I want to do is take advantage of you in my truck like some overgrown high school boy.”
    She giggled, her features practically illuminating. “I love your accent, especially when you