Her Temporary Hero (a Once a Marine Series book) (Entangled Indulgence) by Jennifer Apodaca Page A

image. Too bad the flutters in her chest didn’t know that.
    “Very nice,” Pricilla glanced at her. “Now that you’re married, you won’t need to take on sewing work.” She nodded toward Becky’s hand. “Pretty wedding rings. Simple and classic. Did you pick them out?”
    She could almost feel the other woman’s caution. “We decided on these together.” That was as close to the truth as she could get.
    Pricilla’s smile lost the cautious edge and morphed into a brilliance. “They’re lovely.”
    Right then, Becky loved her new mother-in-law. Pricilla had a stunning wedding set with gleaming diamonds that was probably worth more money than Becky would see in a decade. Yet her compliment was genuine. She’d just wanted Becky to be happy with the rings. “Thank you.”
    Logan jumped in. “Time to end this meeting, ladies. I promised to show my wife around our land.”
    Pricilla closed up her iPad. “Fine, but no backing out on this barbeque.”
    Pam stayed seated. “Can I stay and babysit Sophie? She just ate so she should be fine. I’ll call you if she cries or anything.”
    Having only met Pam today, Becky wasn’t sure that was a good idea.
    Lucinda stood. “Pam’s great with kids, Becky. You can trust her.”
    “Please?”
    Becky looked up at Logan. Pam was his sister, he would know.
    He nodded, then said to his sister, “Give me your phone, I’ll put Becky’s cell in there.”
    In a flurry of activity, Lucinda and Pricilla left, Becky showed Pam around and familiarized her with Sophie’s routine, and then she was in the truck with Logan.
    Alone. Without Sophie as a buffer.
    …
    “Each cabin will have an efficiency kitchen.”
    Becky listened as Logan led her through rooms with framed walls.
    “There will be a bedroom, bathroom, living area, and a front porch overlooking the pond.”
    She studied the space as they headed to the little porch. “It’s peaceful here overlooking the water.”
    Logan moved behind her, his warmth a counterpoint to the cool breeze. “I came here all the time when I was a kid. It wasn’t much then. A few years ago, I had the pond enlarged and restocked with fish. A couple guys and I built that deck for fishing.”
    She lifted her face to his. “Tell me more about your plans.”
    He took her hand and tugged her along beside him. “I can show you.” He led her to a trailer. “This is a temporary office to work from and for the construction crew to use as needed.” He led her up an aluminum ramp into a private office. Simple and functional with a built-in desk at one end and deep couch at the other. They went into a larger room, bypassed the conference table and side bar equipped with a coffeemaker, microwave, and small fridge, and stopped at blueprints spread out on a drafting table. On the wall over that were computer-generated renderings of the finished camp.
    Entranced, she studied the pictures. The buildings were warm and rustic. The cabins formed a half circle around the pond, while the two larger structures were farther back.
    Logan’s body heat spread over her back as he pointed to the bigger structures in the pictures. “In that main building there will be a mess hall, rec area, and group therapy rooms. Dr. Malone and his staff will have their own offices for private therapy. There’s also an indoor pool and spa, and a small gym, although we’re encouraging outdoor activities for the more physically-able guests.”
    She wanted to hear every word, yet his nearness distracted her. “This is going to be amazing.”
    He glanced down at her. “I talked to Dr. Malone about your idea of adding in music. He strongly supports it, agreeing that keeping it a low-key option is best.” He reached past her. “We’ve repurposed this space right off the rec room for it.”
    A wave of warmth filled her with a sense of being a part of something important. Logan had listened to her, valued what she had to say. Emotion climbed up her throat, embarrassing her. She