December 2015 Prime borrow.
Really good book. Some great characters. Full review to come. My heart melted when Wes talked to Tyler. I will definitely read more by this author and recommend this book!
“PTSD stands for post-traumatic stress disorder. Severe trauma can change a person’s brain chemistry, and those of us who have PTSD need to learn how to cope.”
“Oh.” The kid’s face fell. “Do you think I’m gonna have it? You know, because of what happened . . .” His mouth turned down and his blue eyes grew huge and bright.
“You know what?” Wes crouched down in front of him. “You’re going to be all right, Ty, but I don’t think we ever get too big for a hug now and then. Do you?”
Tyler shrugged his shoulders again, and a lump formed in Wes’s throat. He held out his arms, and the little boy kind of collapsed into him. He hugged him close and ran his hands up and down Tyler’s back. “It’s going to be OK, partner. Me and the other guys here at Langford & Lovejoy are going to make sure you and your mom stay safe. You have my word; I won’t let anything happen to either of you.”
Tyler sniffed, and Wes’s T-shirt felt damp where the kid burrowed his face against his shoulder. “If you want, Rex can sleep with you on your bed.” He looked to Carlie for permission. Her own eyes had grown bright with the sheen of tears, and she nodded. “Rex is a retired military dog,” Wes said. “He’s a soldier, just like me. Did you know that?”
Tyler sucked in a few gulps of air and shook his head. “Do you think he’d do that—sleep on the bed, I mean?”
“I’m sure he would. I never let him on my bed, so sleeping on yours would be a special treat.” Wes gave the kid one more hug and let him go. He stood up and ran his hand over Tyler’s head. “Feel better?”
“Yeah.”
He put his arm around her shoulders and tucked her close to his side. “He’s a coward and a punk. I’m a Marine. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”
“I wanna be a Marine when I grow up.” Tyler puffed out his chest and lifted his chin. “Just like you.” His face scrunched again. “Wes, what is a Marine, anyway?”
Wesley’s chest expanded a few inches, and so did his heart. “A soldier. I’m a retired Marine, an elite branch of the US military. I’d be mighty proud if you followed that path, Tyler, but you have a lot of years to go before you decide.”
“I dreamed about him,” Tyler said, breaking the silence. “About the man who used to be my daddy.” He played with the hem of his pajama shirt. “Mommy said he lost the right to be my daddy, because he wasn’t fit for the job.”
The little guy’s chin quivered, and he took in a gulp of air. Wesley hugged him close and kept his mouth shut. “Toby and Micah have a good daddy. All the kids in my class have good daddies, too.” He lifted tear-filled eyes to Wes, effectively cracking his heart wide-open. “How come my daddy didn’t love me and Mommy enough to be a good daddy like the other kids have?”
“It has nothing to do with you, partner. I know that much for sure. Any dad I know would be proud to have a son like you.”
“Would you be proud to have a son like me, Wes?” Tyler’s big blue eyes looked up at him with such longing and hope that Wes could hardly speak past the lump that had formed in his throat.
“Hell, yes . . . and don’t tell your mother I said hell in front of you.” He hugged Ty again. “You know what, partner? I’m proud as can be just to know you.
And Wes and Carlie are made for each other.
“Why?” Her eyes stung again. “Why would you do so much for me, when we hardly know each other?”
“You’ve always been good to me.” He shrugged. “I appreciate the way you reserve that table in the corner of the diner for me every morning.” One side of his mouth tugged up in a wry grin. “I need to have my back against the wall. I have to face the door when I’m at the diner. You figured that out without a word from me. I”—he cleared his throat—“I enjoy seeing your smiling face every morning, Carlie. Makes my day,” he said, his face coloring. “I sleep better after my visits to the diner.”
Wow. Just . . . wow. Who’d have thought such a big, tough guy like Wesley Holt could be so sensitive? Who broke this wonderful man’s trust? What would she give to be loved by someone like Wesley Holt? She’d never be so lucky or worthy.
“I’ve always had a problem with bullies,” he said. “Can’t stand ’em, and it makes no difference whether they’re the playground type, the international terrorist kind or the wife and kid beaters.” His hands settled on her slender waist, and he placed his forehead against hers. “I don’t discriminate when it comes to an intense dislike for the group as a whole.” Lord, she smelled good. “Jared messed with you and Tyler, and that messed with me. I can’t allow that, Carlie.”
“You were having a bad dream, and I—”
“How’d you get . . . under me?” His expression changed from confusion to heated, and he pressed his hips against her.
“I . . . you—”
“Aw, who cares?” He nuzzled her neck and tangled his fingers in her hair. “You always smell so damn good . . . feel so good . . . Carlie . . . want you so much,” he whispered into her ear...
Laughing, she threw her arms around him and drew him close for a kiss. Wes took his time with her, as she did with him. Taking turns tasting and touching, they discovered what the other liked and needed. Sighing, lingering, they made love until they lay panting in each other’s arms. Carlie couldn’t remember a time when she’d felt this completely at ease and replete. Her gentle giant’s touch was so tender she turned to mush in his arms. Wes was not a man who took without giving in equal measure. He wasn’t one to see that his own needs were met, turning away once he reached the finish line. No. Wesley seemed to crave her touch as much as she craved his. He snuggled up to her, wrapped her in his arms and tucked her head under his chin before falling asleep.
Being around Carlie and Ty made Wes want to be a better man. Had his ex ever made him feel that way? Nope. Mostly Tina had made him feel inadequate. He’d never been able to please her, no matter what he did or how hard he tried.
Things are going to work out fine. You’ll see.” Carlie trembled in his arms. If anything happened to her . . . Wes tightened his hold. “I won’t let Jared hurt you, sweetheart, I swear, and—”
“And I can take that to the bank?” She huffed out a tremulous breath. Tilting her head back, she met his gaze. “I believe you, Wes. I just . . . I’ll be glad when this is behind us. I’m nervous but not afraid.”
“That’s my girl.”
His vision began to narrow, and he felt himself slipping out of consciousness. “No,” he groaned. “Not now . . .” Not when he had so much to live for. Everything about his life came into sharp focus then. He loved Carlie and Ty, dammit, and he wanted a lifetime with them. He wanted to grow old with Carlie and watch Ty turn into the fine young man he knew he would become. I’m a fool. He’d been too stubborn and afraid to grab the gift he’d been given, refusing to surrender completely, heart and soul. What he and Carlie had was worth far more than his fear and his stupid pride, and yet he’d refused to set aside his baggage for her. His breaths came in shallow, pain-filled gasps. Don’t let it be too late. Please, don’t let me bleed out before I tell Carlie I love her! She needs to know.