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through
swatches and working up furniture arrangements on the cookie-cutter software programs
that most major stores offered customers these days.
    But it wasn’t what she wanted. She loved
the thrill of walking into someone’s house, seeing its potential, transforming
it so that when they first saw their big reveal, their faces would light up
like little children on Christmas morning.
    Sullen, her eyes floated upwards to the
view again, her mind wandering to what Jack had said. Build her own business? Not
now. Not with bills to pay, one housemate leaving her, and the other one broke.
    Looking grim, she shut her laptop and
watched quietly as a few officers strolled by, teachers like Jack, presumably. She
could always tell the single ones—or at least she hoped they were
single—because they would invariably glance her way. She felt bolstered
by it. Even in boring flats, she could still turn heads.
    Carelessly, she tossed them a smile in
return. Maeve knew she hit the genetic lottery when it came to her looks. But inside,
she felt like damaged goods—that pretty vase at Macy’s that everyone
wants on their table till someone sees a tiny chip or hairline crack, and
decides it needs to be put on the marked-down shelf for 75% off.
    Sure, she could still turn heads. But later
they’d always be disappointed she wasn’t the “10” they’d presumed she was.
    Another officer strolled toward her. She
didn’t know the first thing about rank insignias, but she could tell he was
someone important by how quickly the younger ones snapped to attention and
saluted.
    Her eyes met his and shared a glimmer of
recognition. Recollecting his steely blue eyes as he came closer, Maeve felt
the strangest flutter in her stomach. “I remember you,” she said. “Mick’s old SEAL
commander, right?”
    His broad smile boasted perfectly aligned,
white teeth. Maeve imagined his teeth wouldn’t dare not be straight. A
guy this tough would pull out any misaligned tooth with his bare hands and
smash it back into a proper position.
    God, SEALs were sexy as hell. No wonder
Lacey fell so hard for Mick.
     “Old? That’s a dagger to the
heart,” he said. As he held his hands to his chest for dramatic flair, Maeve
couldn’t resist noticing the muscles in his forearms.
    “Sorry. Former commander,” she corrected.
    “Good memory. I saw you at Mick’s the day
I called him back to the SEALs. You must be his fiancée.” He reached down,
extending his hand.
    Maeve laughed as she shook it. “No. Just
his friend. Actually, I’m going to be a bridesmaid in his wedding.”
    “Wedding? That’s news to me and I just
talked to him last week. They set a date?”
    “It’ll be in six weeks. We’re sending out
invitations today.”
    “Hope I’m on that list.”
    Raising her eyebrows, Maeve smiled coyly.
“Well, now, I could tell you but you haven’t given me your name yet, have you?”
A hint of her southern drawl came out. What was it about men like him that
brought out her inner belle?
    “You’re right, Ma’am. Joe Shey. Mind if I
share your step?” He gave a slight nod to the empty space alongside her.
    She patted the pavement. “Maeve Fischer. And
I’d love the company. Are you stationed here now?”
    “No. I come up every so often to talk to
the mids about BUDS and life in the SEALs.”
    “So… Joe Shey.” Maeve glanced down at her
computer and opened an Excel sheet. “Joseph A. Shey, Captain. Yep. You’re on
the list.”
    “Good. I can look forward to seeing you
there, then. Of course, if I could take you out next time I’m in town, then I
wouldn’t have to wait so long.”
    “Love to.” Maeve caught a glimpse of Jack
bounding down the steps toward them, and a hint of guilt pinched her heart. Why
was that? Jack and she were just friends. It wasn’t as though he hadn’t dated
half of Annapolis in the time he had been stationed here.
    She waggled her fingers at Jack
innocently as he approached, and then turned her attention