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between Maxine's lips as Roman kept his gaze on me.
"Same boys," Laura sighed, her tone wistful and without reprimand. She had her son back and in one piece. Nothing else mattered to her. She didn't care if he was zeroing in on me with that look in his eyes -- a look reflected in the gaze of his best friend.
Next to me, Maxine stiffened. "Exactly the same! At least his father isn't here for him to insult with this behavior."
Pressing my lips together, I felt my spine go rigid and my shoulders square back. Roman's father wasn't at the airfield to greet his son because George Clark was an asshole. He'd never forgiven his son for dropping out of pre-law to go into the Army. Even if he'd softened a little in Roman's favor, George downright despised Chase for joining first, knowing that Roman would likely follow.
From childhood, no one could separate the two. Far as I was concerned, it was a sin to try. That was exactly why I'd kept a certain distance from them after it became clear both were intent on pursuing me. Trying to choose would have been impossible enough, but knowing I couldn't love one without hurting the other and potentially turning them against each other made the whole scenario untenable.
Coming here today, I hoped they had outgrown their sexual interest in me. I wanted, and really needed, my best friends back. With their weekly letters growing more sedate, less ardent, the past few months, I had nursed the hope it would finally happen. But there was no escaping the look in their eyes as they walked toward us.
Marching straight for me, the two men pivoted at the last second to wrap their arms around their mothers. Laura sniffled, her hands clutching at the front of Chase's ACU jacket. Even the normally cool Maxine melted on initial contact. Her eyes misted up and a quickly suppressed sob broke free. For a moment, she sounded like a real, live human being. Three seconds later, she was shooing Roman back, her cool façade firmly in place once more.
Smiling, Roman gave her a kiss on the cheek and then he turned to me. His gaze flicked right to find Chase unable to free himself from Laura's grasp. One hand still holding Chase's jacket, her free hand stroked his close-shaven head and the line of his shoulder.
Feeling the warm tickle of Roman's face against my cheek, I braced myself. One of his big hands dropped to my hip, the other gripped the side of my waist as he tugged me to him. "Got you to myself for a few seconds, beautiful."
His lips touched my ear before gliding down and to the right to land on my mouth. He tugged at my body again, cinching me a little closer. "Man, I missed looking at you."
A heart beat later, Chase elbowed him out of the way, his hands landing on me just as intimately, the kiss and tug a little harder, as was his nature. Feeling the firm press of his bottom lip, I knew he was fighting the urge to open his mouth, his tongue ready to tease me into a full kiss.
In a quick little maneuver, his fingers dipped into his pocket and then he cupped my elbow. His grip slid down to my hand to press a folded piece of paper against my palm before wrapping my fingers around it. Both men then turned back to their mothers.
They offered the women their apology in unison. "Sorry, but we're stuck on equipment watch."
Maxine scanned the surrounding soldiers, her mouth puckering indignantly. "I'll talk to your commanding officer about this!"
"Mom, no -- hell, I'll have equipment watch for a week if you do." Roman gripped her shoulders and looked straight at her, the inside corners of his brows lifting. It was a sure sign he was lying, but Clarks don't lie according to George and Maxine. "There are too many troops coming back this week for the base units to assign guards. And most everyone else has kids to go home to tonight."
He gave a pointed look at the little girl in her father's arms a foot away.
That almost stopped further protest, but not quite.
"Same boys," Laura sighed, her tone wistful and without reprimand. She had her son back and in one piece. Nothing else mattered to her. She didn't care if he was zeroing in on me with that look in his eyes -- a look reflected in the gaze of his best friend.
Next to me, Maxine stiffened. "Exactly the same! At least his father isn't here for him to insult with this behavior."
Pressing my lips together, I felt my spine go rigid and my shoulders square back. Roman's father wasn't at the airfield to greet his son because George Clark was an asshole. He'd never forgiven his son for dropping out of pre-law to go into the Army. Even if he'd softened a little in Roman's favor, George downright despised Chase for joining first, knowing that Roman would likely follow.
From childhood, no one could separate the two. Far as I was concerned, it was a sin to try. That was exactly why I'd kept a certain distance from them after it became clear both were intent on pursuing me. Trying to choose would have been impossible enough, but knowing I couldn't love one without hurting the other and potentially turning them against each other made the whole scenario untenable.
Coming here today, I hoped they had outgrown their sexual interest in me. I wanted, and really needed, my best friends back. With their weekly letters growing more sedate, less ardent, the past few months, I had nursed the hope it would finally happen. But there was no escaping the look in their eyes as they walked toward us.
Marching straight for me, the two men pivoted at the last second to wrap their arms around their mothers. Laura sniffled, her hands clutching at the front of Chase's ACU jacket. Even the normally cool Maxine melted on initial contact. Her eyes misted up and a quickly suppressed sob broke free. For a moment, she sounded like a real, live human being. Three seconds later, she was shooing Roman back, her cool façade firmly in place once more.
Smiling, Roman gave her a kiss on the cheek and then he turned to me. His gaze flicked right to find Chase unable to free himself from Laura's grasp. One hand still holding Chase's jacket, her free hand stroked his close-shaven head and the line of his shoulder.
Feeling the warm tickle of Roman's face against my cheek, I braced myself. One of his big hands dropped to my hip, the other gripped the side of my waist as he tugged me to him. "Got you to myself for a few seconds, beautiful."
His lips touched my ear before gliding down and to the right to land on my mouth. He tugged at my body again, cinching me a little closer. "Man, I missed looking at you."
A heart beat later, Chase elbowed him out of the way, his hands landing on me just as intimately, the kiss and tug a little harder, as was his nature. Feeling the firm press of his bottom lip, I knew he was fighting the urge to open his mouth, his tongue ready to tease me into a full kiss.
In a quick little maneuver, his fingers dipped into his pocket and then he cupped my elbow. His grip slid down to my hand to press a folded piece of paper against my palm before wrapping my fingers around it. Both men then turned back to their mothers.
They offered the women their apology in unison. "Sorry, but we're stuck on equipment watch."
Maxine scanned the surrounding soldiers, her mouth puckering indignantly. "I'll talk to your commanding officer about this!"
"Mom, no -- hell, I'll have equipment watch for a week if you do." Roman gripped her shoulders and looked straight at her, the inside corners of his brows lifting. It was a sure sign he was lying, but Clarks don't lie according to George and Maxine. "There are too many troops coming back this week for the base units to assign guards. And most everyone else has kids to go home to tonight."
He gave a pointed look at the little girl in her father's arms a foot away.
That almost stopped further protest, but not quite.
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