to you, Iâd rather not have to listen to any teasing from the rest of the gang. Not yet, anyway.â
He glanced toward the door. âIâm guessing itâll be a while before anyone decides to join us.â
Once again, I was far more adventurous in theory than in practice. On the other hand, unless he sneaked into my room late at night, this was probably our best opportunity. I couldnât see meeting him in the barn. For one thing, it was much too cold. âOkay, but make it quick.â
âDonât believe anyoneâs ever said that to me before.â Smiling, he shoved the boxes aside and pulled me into his arms. âBut Iâll do my best.â
The kiss was better this time. Soft. Sensuous. Heady. We were even on a bed. Never having come that close to having sex in my life, I wouldnât have been too surprised if his kisses had triggered an orgasm.
They didnât, of course, although his lips did make me forget the possibility of being observed.
Until the image of Wyattâs scowl popped into my head.
I broke off the kiss. âBetter not press our luck.â
âDamn. I was just getting started.â To my surprise, he seemed a bit breathless. Had kissing me really done that to him?
Amazingâ¦
Breathing quite heavily myself, I scooted sideways and slid the boxes between us. Heat flooded my cheeks as my erogenous zones screamed in protest. Swollen lips, tingling nipples, and that sexy moisture between my legs.
He lifted the lids on the boxes and then handed one set to me. âThese look like the oldest of the bunch.â
âIf I know my grandfather, theyâre probably in order.â Doing my best to steady my nerves without making a big show of it, I chose a letter from one end of the box and studied the envelope. âThis oneâs postmarked Saigon. Doubt if it would help us much.â
Suddenly, I had no desire to read any of those letters, especially after noting the address on that first oneâa missive Grandpa mustâve received while recovering from the wounds that earned him a Purple Heart. Those boxes had been in my possession for months, but beyond a quick check to verify their contents, Iâd kept their lids firmly shut. Even now, when I had a valid reason to go through them, I was reluctant to do so, knowing full well how painful the task would be.
âYou okay?â Dean asked. âYouâve been staring at that for a long time.â
I glanced up. âIâm not sure I should be the one to do this.â
He nodded as though he understood. âToo close to the recipient?â
âYeah.â I turned the letter over in my hand. âI wasnât even born when this letter was mailed. Calvin was still serving in Vietnam. The war hadnât been lost yet. Saigon hadnât been renamed Ho Chi Minh City. And Grandpa was in an Army field hospital in Da Nang.â
Goose bumps prickled my skin as I spoke those last words. Grandpa had come very close to dying in that hospital. Mom had told me that much. I didnât want to know any more.
Dean took the letter gently from my hand. âMaybe all we need to look at are the return addresses.â
I nodded slowly. âI can do an online search once we know where Calvin lived during a census year. The 1980 census would be best.â
âThen weâll just look for a letter with a 1980 postmark.â
âOkay.â That much, I could do.
In the end, Dean was the one who found the letter we needed. Calvin might not have been born there, but in 1980, heâd been living in Liberty, Texas. Apparently Wyattâs ear for accents was spot-on.
If Calvin and Grandpa were indeed the same age, Calvin wouldâve been thirty-three years old then. Had his wife and kids already been killed in that accident? I caught myself staring at yet another envelope without daring to examine the contents. I knew finding Calvinâs next of kin was important, but a
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