Her Forbidden Marine (Hearts Ablaze: Men in Uniform Book 2) by Makenna Jameison
Authors: Makenna Jameison
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me.”
“All right, email me the details. We can probably work something out. I’ve never been to Hawaii.”
“Love you, Becky.”
“Love you, too. Bye.”
Chapter 15
Matt ordered a Corona with lime from the attractive young bartender, sinking down onto one of the barstools. Man, what a day. The pretty blonde leaned over the bar as she brought over his beer, flashing her ample cleavage at him, but he only nodded and turned away, taking in the festive atmosphere of the restaurant. The cheerful colors and mariachi music didn’t really suit his mood right now, but he was determined to figure out his game plan. The scent of sizzling fajitas had him realizing that he hadn’t eaten all day long, and his stomach rumbled. Hell, when was the last time he’d been so distracted he didn’t even have time to eat?
Some things in life were worth taking a chance for, damn it, and he wasn’t about to let the one thing he needed slip through his fingers. He’d been numb for too long, going through the motions of life but not really living it. Nothing he did was going to bring Brody back or change the way the ambush had played out. He’d survived, and he owed it to his friend to appreciate the gift of life that he’d been given. And if that included begging Becky to give him a chance, then so be it. He’d fallen for her the very first time he’d seen her years ago, and he’d fallen in love with her a little bit more every day since. Ignoring her hadn’t quashed his feelings. Pretending he could never have her hadn’t dulled the longing inside. The only moment he’d felt complete was when he’d held her in his arms.
He took a pull from his beer, wondering if she’d even answer her phone if he called her. He’d felt like his own heart was being ripped out when he’d shown up at Melissa’s, and she’d thrust the tear-stained note Becky had left in his face. Melissa had given him hell. It was nothing compared to the way he’d been beating himself up inside though. She could call him every name in the book, and it wouldn’t hurt any more than when Becky had run out his door.
The door to the restaurant jangled, and he looked over in surprise. She had on a pretty yellow sundress that softly fell over her curves and clutched a book in one hand, apparently intending to eat here alone. Her brown hair looked damp, like she’d just showered. She felt his gaze upon her as she walked in and looked up, her mouth dropping open in shock. The book fell to the floor, and Matt was up in an instant, crossing the room with long strides, pulling a crying Becky into his arms. He breathed in the flowery scent of her shampoo, felt her warmth and soft curves. She collapsed against him, her petite frame fitting perfectly against him, her head tucked safely under his chin, her small body wrapped firmly in his arms. Her body shook with tears, and he ducked his head low, whispering into her ear, “It’s okay, baby, I’ve got you.”
***
Becky glanced up into Matt’s concerned brown eyes, unwilling to believe that he was really here. She’d been upset that he’d never even called her, tried to contact her, and here the man had been flying all the way across the country to see her. To pull her into his arms. She stepped back from his embrace, running her hands over his taught forearms, his muscular biceps, finally daring to touch his face. He was looking down at her with such love and affection in his eyes, it was hard to believe she’d been scared of anything at all with Matt, let alone the chance of a future together.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m sorry.” She stretched up onto her tip-toes and kissed him, needing his warmth and heat and gentle kisses as much as she needed her next breath.
The few patrons in the restaurant broke into applause, and Becky blushed and buried her face into Matt’s chest as he grinned. “Maybe we
“All right, email me the details. We can probably work something out. I’ve never been to Hawaii.”
“Love you, Becky.”
“Love you, too. Bye.”
Chapter 15
Matt ordered a Corona with lime from the attractive young bartender, sinking down onto one of the barstools. Man, what a day. The pretty blonde leaned over the bar as she brought over his beer, flashing her ample cleavage at him, but he only nodded and turned away, taking in the festive atmosphere of the restaurant. The cheerful colors and mariachi music didn’t really suit his mood right now, but he was determined to figure out his game plan. The scent of sizzling fajitas had him realizing that he hadn’t eaten all day long, and his stomach rumbled. Hell, when was the last time he’d been so distracted he didn’t even have time to eat?
Some things in life were worth taking a chance for, damn it, and he wasn’t about to let the one thing he needed slip through his fingers. He’d been numb for too long, going through the motions of life but not really living it. Nothing he did was going to bring Brody back or change the way the ambush had played out. He’d survived, and he owed it to his friend to appreciate the gift of life that he’d been given. And if that included begging Becky to give him a chance, then so be it. He’d fallen for her the very first time he’d seen her years ago, and he’d fallen in love with her a little bit more every day since. Ignoring her hadn’t quashed his feelings. Pretending he could never have her hadn’t dulled the longing inside. The only moment he’d felt complete was when he’d held her in his arms.
He took a pull from his beer, wondering if she’d even answer her phone if he called her. He’d felt like his own heart was being ripped out when he’d shown up at Melissa’s, and she’d thrust the tear-stained note Becky had left in his face. Melissa had given him hell. It was nothing compared to the way he’d been beating himself up inside though. She could call him every name in the book, and it wouldn’t hurt any more than when Becky had run out his door.
The door to the restaurant jangled, and he looked over in surprise. She had on a pretty yellow sundress that softly fell over her curves and clutched a book in one hand, apparently intending to eat here alone. Her brown hair looked damp, like she’d just showered. She felt his gaze upon her as she walked in and looked up, her mouth dropping open in shock. The book fell to the floor, and Matt was up in an instant, crossing the room with long strides, pulling a crying Becky into his arms. He breathed in the flowery scent of her shampoo, felt her warmth and soft curves. She collapsed against him, her petite frame fitting perfectly against him, her head tucked safely under his chin, her small body wrapped firmly in his arms. Her body shook with tears, and he ducked his head low, whispering into her ear, “It’s okay, baby, I’ve got you.”
***
Becky glanced up into Matt’s concerned brown eyes, unwilling to believe that he was really here. She’d been upset that he’d never even called her, tried to contact her, and here the man had been flying all the way across the country to see her. To pull her into his arms. She stepped back from his embrace, running her hands over his taught forearms, his muscular biceps, finally daring to touch his face. He was looking down at her with such love and affection in his eyes, it was hard to believe she’d been scared of anything at all with Matt, let alone the chance of a future together.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m sorry.” She stretched up onto her tip-toes and kissed him, needing his warmth and heat and gentle kisses as much as she needed her next breath.
The few patrons in the restaurant broke into applause, and Becky blushed and buried her face into Matt’s chest as he grinned. “Maybe we
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