the high regard in which her young fiancé was held.
The boy she knew all her life had grown into an honorable man who took serving their
country seriously. To this day she didn’t really know what he did when he was off
playing with the Special Forces. David had one of those high level clearances that
suggested he was more involved with gathering intelligence than being boots on the
ground.
Meghan had wept over that letter. Hearing praise of his bravery and courage and David’s
devotion to the canines he worked with had gone a long way to calming her heart.
“I kept it because what you wrote were things I needed to hear. Not just then, but
for a long time after. So…thank you.”
He didn’t say anything for long moments. When he did respond, she was surprised by
what he said.
“I have your letters too.”
She turned wide, surprised eyes on him, shocked to hear that what she’d written during
his long months of rehab had been any more than something to distract him from his
injured body.
“Why?” she asked dumbfounded. “They were so—” She searched for the right word to describe
what she knew were the inane ramblings of an overworked grad student. “God. I don’t
know. So, dumb and boring!”
He chuckled and some of the building tension eased off. “Well, I’ll give you that!”
he teased. “But dumb and boring was just what I needed.”
She nodded, understanding what he meant. He’d kept her up-to-date on his condition
with blunt assessments of his progress or lack thereof. Meghan knew all about the
endless round of surgeries that pieced him back together and the exhausting, painful
physical therapy that had followed. They’d written to each other for months, and then
briefly for a time after he’d been moved back to the states.
She didn’t know what he was thinking but it was probably the same as her. Learning
that she’d had as much an impact on him that he’d had on her was quite a surprise.
Everything got quiet again after that.
Carmen chose the perfect moment, right before the silence got uncomfortable, to reappear
on the patio pushing a cart laden with dishes and an impressive bouquet of fresh flowers
stuffed in an over-sized mason jar.
“Lunch has arrived,” she chortled with glee as she eyed them upon her approach. “I
hope everyone’s hungry,” she said with a good-natured huff. “Ria got crazy with the
fruit again.”
Crazy was an understatement Meghan thought when Carmen plunked an enormous stoneware
platter on the table overflowing with every fruit imaginable. The presentation was
impressive. Mounds of strawberries and slices of kiwi were piled high alongside melon
slices, bananas, apples, berries of every color, orange sections, and loads of pineapple
spears. A second platter was piled with small sandwiches and assorted tapas that also
looked beyond delicious.
“I hope you like it,” Carmen offered as she set out plates and utensils for their
use.
“Are you kidding?” Meghan laughed. “I love it! Especially the part where someone else
prepared and put it ready-to-eat on a platter. Does not get any better than this!” The two women roared with laughter.
She sat side-by-side with the Major for the next hour, picking away at her lunch,
chatting amiably about everything and nothing. With each moment that passed, she found
herself wishing the visit wouldn’t have to end. Alex Marquez was not only one seriously
good-looking guy; he had a quick mind and a pleasant sense of humor. Meghan couldn’t
remember ever being so instantly drawn to another person as she was to him. The realization
put a fluttery feeling in her belly that extended deeper into that place inside which
was wholly female and undeniably turned on.
Eventually he asked how long she’d be touring the area and what her plans were.
“Here’s the thing,” she told him with a grin. “I’m not on any kind of a schedule,
which I