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308 pages, Paperback
First published November 24, 2015

“It wasn’t even in his nature to set down roots. In all his time in the army, he’d never bought a house, always preferring to live in base housing or rent a room from another guy who could use the cash.
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He was a grown-ass man, and he’d buy a damn house, even if it killed him a little inside.”
“And, slowly but surely, she was putting the broken pieces of her soul mostly back together.”
“His chest tightened as she stared at him for a beat. Two beats. And when she nodded, a stuttering little jerk of her head that suggested maybe she was as surprised as he was, his heart jumped back to life, giving his ribs a fist bump of the likes he’d never felt before."
“He loved us in his own way. But he wasn’t the type of guy to hold a baby for very long. He got up in the middle of the night and changed diapers, no problem. He was a good father. He researched first baby foods and mashed sweet potato.”
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“We never reconnected after Eric was born. He’d seen me cut open, and it didn’t heal perfectly, and…I was changed. Irrevocably.”
“He was big and bold and demanding…but nice. Damn it, the biker dude kissed like a prince. A dirty prince. ”
“But Faith’s kid? He was awesome. Funny and smart, a mighty little man in a small but perfect package.”
“She was kidding herself. This connection was unlike anything she’d ever had. ”
“I meant what I said about the pie. I met the man of my dreams over a slice of pie. He taught me about katanas and sawed-off shotguns. He makes my kid breakfast and plays the big-bad enforcer on not eating sugar until at least second breakfast and preferably elevensies. And most importantly, he taught me that life was for living.”

He didn't say anything for a bit. He just held her and touched her, whispered his lips against her ear and down her neck. Finally when she was well and thoroughly undone, he rolled her onto her back. It had gotten dark while they talked.
"I am your friend, no matter what." He gave her a stern look, one you could imagine him pointing at children who got too noisy. The fondest kind of stern. It looked good on him. "But I want more. I want to hear your secrets and soothe your frustrations. Cheer your successes and be someone you can lean on."
"How many friends like that do you have?"
"None."
She believed him. There was a raw look in his eye that promised while he may have said more than he intended - or maybe she was reading clearly between the lines for the first time in days - he was making her promises that he'd hold up.
"I'm going to miss you something fierce."
"Then we'll just have to make a memory tonight that will keep you warm while I'm gone."
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