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fingers, “there is so much to say and I don’t know where to begin. This must seem as surreal to you as it does to me, and I’m sure they probably gave you the speech about not knowing what to expect. I don’t either, baby. I just know that I’m home, and I’ve missed you more than I can ever put into words. I’ve been gone a whole lot longer than I ever thought I’d be, but I’m still the same old Finn, and I still love you more than life.”
    Macy gazed up at him with wide blue eyes. She slipped her arm around his waist and pressed her cheek to his chest. “I still can’t believe you’re here.”
    She felt so good, so right in his arms. He caressed her face, pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. For so long, he’d woken up believing every morning was his last. But then the woman in the chadari veil would appear with his breakfast of flat bread, and he’d figure they wouldn’t feed a dead man, and he’d start another day of waiting to see if he would stay alive.
    When he thought of all those days, he couldn’t seem to catch his breath. He’d made it. He was home. He’d survived. “I can’t believe I’m here, either,” he said breathlessly. His hands stroked the familiar curves of her body, stirring memories of their lovemaking.
    “Why did it take so long?” Macy moaned. “Why didn’t they find you? Why did they let me believe you were dead?”
    “I’m not dead,” he assured her. “I want to show you just how alive I am. God, how I’ve dreamed of this moment. I’ve dreamed of touching your skin,” he said, his knuckles skimming her chest. “Of tasting you.” He put his mouth to her neck. “Of making love to you,” he murmured against her skin. Macy sighed and bent her head to one side to give him access.
    Without lifting his head, he unbuttoned his coat and shrugged out of it, then took her hand and pressed it to his heart, just like he used to do. He’d crawl into bed when she was sleeping and put her hand against his heart. “Finn?” she’d say, and open her eyes and smile at him.
    “Feel it beating? I’m here, Macy. I’m really here.”
    “Thank God,” she whispered, and went up on her toes to kiss him.
    Finn melted into that kiss and into his wife. She was just as he remembered her—the taste of her mouth, the feel of her lips on his, her body soft and slender against his. He held her tight and kissed her like the first time they’d ever kissed—deep and long.
    The sensation flared through his body, lighting him up like a firebomb. He suddenly twirled Macy around and up against the wall. He pressed his mouth against her neck again and caught the scent of her perfume. He moved to the hollow of her throat, bit the pearls she was wearing, and moved again, to the swell of her breasts. He cupped one in his hand, the weight and size so familiar to him, and pushed against it with his palm.
    “Jesus, Finn…” Macy’s voice was shaking as he kneaded her breast through her clothing. She pushed her hands through his hair. “There is so…so much I want to say, but I…”
    “It’s okay,” he murmured against her shoulder. He knew something wasn’t quite right—something with the ranch, he guessed, since no one would talk about it. Before he’d joined the army, he was barely breaking even year-to-year. He figured Macy didn’t know how to tell him how far in debt she was.
    But that was the last thing on his mind; he slipped one arm around her waist and picked her up, holding her against him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him as he twisted around and bumped up against the bed. Macy’s hands slid from his neck to his shoulders and she suddenly reared back, looking at him with the eyes he’d visualized one long month after another. They were glistening with tears. “Listen…” She bit her lip. “Finn, I…I—”
    “Macy, whatever it is, it’s okay,” he said anxiously, and loosened his grip, letting her slide down his body to her feet. “We can