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“It was something Ford said.”

He stiffened, and not in the good way. Every muscle in his body seemed to go rigid. “What did he say?”

“That they were sending him back to Afghanistan in the next few months. And since you’re in the same unit...”

He pushed out a sigh. “He needs to keep his fucking mouth shut.”

“Then you weren’t going to tell me?”

“I would have told you, just not at this minute when I’ve just felt you come apart for me in my arms and around my cock several times.”

She felt her face grow warm—and her lower parts warmer. But her heart had fallen into her stomach. “So you are going?” she asked quietly.

“We’re never certain. They’re talking about it, but until a command comes down, we don’t know. We could scramble tomorrow or in a year. Until then...”

She met his gaze, seeing uncertainty there too. “What?”

“I want you. This. You and me, Allison. I knew it would be perfect, and I was right. You fit me like a glove in every way. I need you in my life, woman. I don’t know how else to say it.”

She was silent, ingesting his words and letting them sweep her away on a wind of hope again.

After a minute, he said, “Does it scare you to be with a soldier who might be leaving you soon?”

She nodded, unable to lie.

“But you know there are ways we could stay in touch, right?”

“Of course, Lincoln.”

“I’d do everything in my power to keep you remembering me. Starting with this.” He swept his hand down her body again, right between her legs. Her pussy was still hot and swollen and needy—and he knew exactly where to stroke her to bring her off quick and hard against the deliciously rough pads of his strong fingers. When she was lying in the wreath of his arms again, he kissed her with so much tenderness that she forgot all about the what-ifs.

“When do you have to be at work?” he asked between kisses.

“O-seven-hundred.”

“Then I’ll have you standing at the door at six-fifty-nine. I’m not letting you out of my sight for a single minute more than I have to. Besides, I have great stamina.”

She laughed. “Oh, and I am guessing you’re wanting to test mine?”

“That is an affirmative Nurse Allison.”

She laughed again, and he covered her mouth with his, taking all her sounds for himself. Then he probed her clit with his forefinger again, and she forgot all about laughing and more about moaning.

Chapter Eight

Abouquet appeared before Allison’s eyes, and she gasped. Whirling to see Lincoln standing there, looking slightly more tanned from the last few days of burning sun. He grinned crookedly and held the flowers out to her.

She took them and buried her nose in them just as she had a week ago on their date. “You’d better watch it—I could get used to being spoiled this way.”

“Good, because I want to spoil my baby every day of the year.” He glanced around.

“What are you looking for?” She set the flowers aside to put in water later.

“Is there a broom closet or something where we can be alone?”

She laughed and then covered her mouth. The triage unit was hopping today. “I’m sorry, but no. You shouldn’t be here at all. I’m really busy.”

“Okay, but I had to see you to ask you something.” He looked like a kid hiding a big secret.

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