Page 19 of A Veteran’s Second Chance

“The job and the location. It’s only a few hours away from my folks and Cassie, when she’s not touring.”

“It’s a beautiful spot; you got lucky with the job.”

I shrug. “I got lucky with the location. I wanted to work with veterans. I worked in Fayetteville for a while, but when I heard the retreat was opening here, I applied.”

He looks at me sideways. “But your folks are in Fayetteville.”

“How do you know my parents moved to Fayetteville?”

His eyes dart away, and he shrugs. “You must have mentioned it. So you prefer it here in Hope?”

I don’t remember mentioning it, but I guess I must have. “I like having a little distance from my parents and from Cassie’s reputation. Cassie still has her place in Pinehurst where we grew up. I’ve grown up in the shadow of my sister. Everyone in Pinehurst knows me as the little sister of Cassandra Hart. Here, I’m Savanna the physio. I can be my own person.”

He nods. “I get that. And why veterans?”

I raise my eyebrows. “I think you can figure that out yourself.”

I take a bite of the sandwich, and Logan goes quiet as my meaning sinks in.

“Because of me,” he says softly.

I swallow my mouthful and look out at the view. I hate to admit that the man who broke my heart also influenced my work.

“Yeah, well, I try to do my bit to help.”

“Thank you.”

I finish my sandwich and lean back on the boulder, letting out a contented sigh. Because of our early start, it’s mid-morning, and the sun is warm enough to feel nice and not too hot to make it uncomfortable. I close my eyes and enjoy the heat on my face, the sounds of the birds, and the breeze on my cheeks. I hear Logan shift next to me and then the pressure of his hands on my thighs.

I pop one eye open, and he’s moved in front of me with a mischievous grin on his face.

“What are you doing?”

The grin widens, and he slides his hand around to my inner thigh and applies pressure between my legs. My entire body heats, my panties flood, and my mouth drops open in a tiny gasp.

“Logan.” It comes out as a moan. I like this way too much.

His thumbs hook over my shorts, and I sit up as he tugs at them.

“We can’t do this here.” My neck whips around at the empty path.

“No one’s around.” His hand caresses me, and my body wants this, but the sensible part of my brain tells me we shouldn’t be doing this on a public hiking trail.

“Someone might come.”

“You’re the only one coming, Savanna.”

He slips a finger inside me, and a groan escapes me. How does he make it feel so darn good?

“But…” His palm circles my clit, and I forget what I was going to say.

“Why do you think we started early? We haven’t seen anyone on the trail.” He flicks my clit and I gasp. “Don’t worry. I’ll make you come quick and hard.”

As he says it, he tugs my shorts down further and pulls one foot out of them, all while his other hand is doing amazing things that make me forget why this is a bad idea.

“Lean back and enjoy it.”

Then he dips between my legs, and my mind goes blank. My body wins, and I’m lost in the sensation of his warm mouth, his rough tongue, and his thick fingers. I lean back on the boulder, grazing my elbows, and the breeze sweeps across my bare thighs; the birds chirp, and all my senses are alive. This is so much better than a vibrator, so much better than my fantasies, so much better than anything I could have imagined.