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Oliver came out of the bathroom and fumbled into bed with her.

“Come here, I’m cold,” he said.

Smiling, she cuddled into his body, her legs entwining with his, and kissed his chest, drawing little finger hearts on the wall of muscle.

“Eve . . . about your dad—”

“We don’t have to talk about it now. It will be okay,” she said.

“Listen to me, okay?” he said. “If he does manage to get me reassigned, I want you to come with me.”

“What?” she said.

“If he gets me moved to another base, I don’t want to go without you.”

Eve’s heart thundered in her chest, happiness and uncertainty colliding. She was sure of Oliver and how she felt about him, but moving from her family, possibly thousands of miles away?

Her hand found his cheek in the darkness, and she pressed a kiss to his lips. “It would make for one hell of a second date.”

OLIVER WOKE UP on his back with Eve sprawled out over him, and although the cabin was still relatively dark, sunlight was creeping through the curtains.

Kissing the top of her head, he eased out of bed to use the bathroom. After he’d asked her to follow him if he wound up being transferred, they’d lain together quietly until Oliver had heard the steady sound of her breathing. He’d had trouble falling asleep, though, wondering if she really meant what she’d said. Would she go with him? Despite how he felt about her, they hadn’t been together long, and it was a lot to ask.

He went back to bed and crawled in with her, bringing her against his chilled body.

“Why are you cold?” she asked sleepily.

“Had to go to the bathroom.”

“Mmm . . . me, too, but it’s warm in here.”

Oliver chuckled. “Just don’t have an accident.”

“Shut up,” she said, slapping his chest and squinting at him. “What time is it?”

“No idea.”

Suddenly she bolted upright. “Oh my God. Your mother.”


“I snuck out of her guest bedroom window like a horny teenager, and I don’t think I can sneak back in.”

“So, don’t. In a little while, we’ll head in together. She won’t say a word about it. I promise.”

“Maybe not to you,” Eve said.

She grabbed her glasses off the nightstand and scrambled out of bed, looking around the room, and Oliver shook his head as she started gathering her clothes. “But she’ll probably say something to your dad and her friends, and she’ll definitely hate my guts. You have to help me sneak back in.”

“What? Stop it and come here,” he said. She had her underwear in place and her shirt in her hand, but he got up and grabbed her, pulling her back into his arms. “You want me to help you climb back into the guest-room window so that my mother doesn’t know you snuck out here to have your way with me? All because you’re afraid if she found out you find me irresistible, she might not like you? That’s sweet, but certifiable.”

“Please, I’ll do anything you want!”

“Anything, huh?” He squeezed her against him and wiggled his eyebrows.

“Yes, pervert, anything.”

“Deal,” he said, lifting his hand for her to take. When she shook it, he added, “But I’m collecting now.”