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She stopped on the last picture-this one a mirror of the first premiere, taken only a couple months before Scarlett’s death. The rest of the pages in the album were devastatingly blank. My hands clenched. I had never wanted to beat the shit out of someone the way I did Damian Ellsworth. “I swear, I…

“What?” I asked, slipping the pages back into the manuscript where they belonged. “Now you have chocolate on your face.” She laughed softly. “Awesome.” I swiped my hand over the stubble closest to my mouth. “Here.” She slid along the desk, the bare skin of her legs brushing against mine. I suddenly wished I’d worn…

But if she came clean-resigned her commission-what would she be then? “What would I do all day?” Scarlett asked, her fingers tracing the raised lines of the rank on her shoulder. “For the last two years I’ve had direction. I’ve had meaning and purpose. I’ve accomplished things and dedicated myself to the war effort. So…

“You’re not?” He palmed her cheek, needing to touch her. “I’m not sorry about anything that’s led me to you.” He carried her to their bed and showed her with his body exactly how lucky he felt to have found her. … One month later, Scarlett marveled at the freedom the simple wrap dress afforded…

“Here,” he finally said as the song wrapped up. “We’re being reposted here. In a couple weeks we’ll be in the same bed every night.” He raised his hand to her cheek. “We’ll be back to burning breakfasts and racing each other for the shower.” A grin spread across her beautiful face, and his chest…

Constance paused with her hand on the doorknob. “I have no life left for myself. All I have are memories.” She turned slowly, losing her polished facade and letting her anguish show. The pond. The gazebo. The hunting cabin. Scarlett’s eyes drifted shut for the length of a deep breath. “Poppet, owning those places will…

“I’ll rub them down later,” he promised, and this time that sexy little smile of his reappeared. My breath caught, imagining his hands on my skin. “Want to learn how to belay?” he asked, halting my flash of fantasy. “Spaghetti noodle arms, remember?” “Don’t worry, the harness does all the work.” “You trust me with…

Constance looked at her sister with well-deserved skepticism. “I’ve got a better idea. Let’s get dressed and run over to the officers’ mess.” “You don’t trust me!” Scarlett scoffed. “I trust you implicitly. It’s your cooking I doubt.” Constance shrugged, but her teasing smile was genuine, which was more than enough for Scarlett. Dressed and…

The drive was short-only a few minutes off the station-but for the smallest of moments, Scarlett didn’t want to turn the corner, didn’t want to know. But they did. There was a car parked outside her house. “Oh God,” Constance whispered. Scarlett squared her shoulders and took in a deep breath. “Why don’t you want…

“No, when did you find out?” Her eyes narrowed. “Just this morning.” He mentally cursed Howard for telling Mary before he’d even seen Scarlett. “I know it’s complicated, but I looked into married quarters on station before my flight-“ “What?” Her voice rose, which was as good as a Mayday when it came to her…