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Nick.”
Bree? Nick blinked, his gaze sharpening, sweeping over her. Bree? The Goodbye Girl? Could it be?
Bree strode across to the floor to him and stuck out her hand. Eyes twinkling, she looked up at him. “Hi, Nick.”
“Hi.” Taking her hand, he shook it gently. Her scent drifted from her, twining around him and entering his nostrils so that with every breath he drew he sucked her scent deep inside him.
He knew that scent. He’d smelt it on all her letters, faint but definitely discernable.
He knew that merry voice, had imagined it in his dreams.
Looking down into the happy face, the sunny smile, the sparkling eyes, Nick didn’t know whether to laugh or groan.
The Goodbye Girl was his nutty mystery woman.
Chapter 3
Looking up at Nick, Bree couldn’t help but wonder suddenly. While he smiled pleasantly, there was a definite flicker in his eyes. His hand around hers tightened a fraction, a discernable squeeze of strong fingers.
She’d guessed he was a soldier when Harly had told her he was a friend of Alex’s without actually saying where from, but she’d known for certain as soon as she’d seen him on the street, there was no missing the way he walked - confident, alert, nothing missing his attention. It was there in his bearing, the straight back, the quiet intensity, the way he studied people. The way he marched without realising it.
Hot. Totally hot. Not because he was military, but because Nick was hot. How could a man just stand there and seem to fill the kitchen all at once with his presence alone? He smelled great, too, soap and all male. Tall - the top of her head barely grazed his shoulder - muscular, strong, handsome. Yummy.
Nothing like a bit of eye candy to ease the senses. Or put them into over-drive.
He didn’t let her hand go, however, not even when she gave it a little tug.
“We didn’t get properly introduced .” That deep baritone washing over her. “I’m Nick Mason.”
Nick Mason? Bree stilled. She knew a Nick Mason.
“I’m with Alex.”
“With Alex?”
“We’re both in the Fifth Battalion,” Alex said.
Fifth Battalion? Wait a minute, wait a doggone minute . “You’re in the Fifth Battalion?” Head tilted back to enable her to look Nick in those intense green eyes, Bree felt a needle of suspicion. Surely not .
Nick nodded , retaining hold of her suddenly limp hand.
“Afghanistan? Fifth Battalion?”
He nodded again.
Well, how about that. This was Nick Mason, her most recent soldier boy, the one she’d just said goodbye to because he was coming home. To Whicha, obviously not to his own home. But home to Australia.
He was looking at her, gaze calm yet searching, studying her, and the suspicion bit deeper. Hang on, did he suspect? And if he did, why didn’t he say something? Why didn’t he ask her straight out if she was the Bree who wrote him letters? He had to know she was in Whicha, he’d answered her letters.
Or was he scouting her out, seeing if he wanted to acknowledge her?
That last thought had her eyes narrowing a little. Maybe he hadn’t made up his mind yet.
Her fingers tightened fractionally around his, and his fingers squeezed lightly in return.
Oh ho .
Bree locked her gaze with his, saw the glint in his green eyes. He knew, all right. He suspected who she was but he wasn’t letting on, and that was both intriguing and odd. To be fair, maybe he was still a little uncertain, after all, he didn’t know her last name, didn’t know what she looked like for she’d sent no photos of herself or Skyped. But her name wasn’t common, and that combined with her address and presence here just had to clue him in.
Unless he was that thick.
The glint in his eyes was accompanied by a slightly arched eyebrow.
N ope, not thick, not thick at all. Intelligence shone in those eyes, his full yet masculine lips quirking a little at the corners.
But why wasn’t
Bree? Nick blinked, his gaze sharpening, sweeping over her. Bree? The Goodbye Girl? Could it be?
Bree strode across to the floor to him and stuck out her hand. Eyes twinkling, she looked up at him. “Hi, Nick.”
“Hi.” Taking her hand, he shook it gently. Her scent drifted from her, twining around him and entering his nostrils so that with every breath he drew he sucked her scent deep inside him.
He knew that scent. He’d smelt it on all her letters, faint but definitely discernable.
He knew that merry voice, had imagined it in his dreams.
Looking down into the happy face, the sunny smile, the sparkling eyes, Nick didn’t know whether to laugh or groan.
The Goodbye Girl was his nutty mystery woman.
Chapter 3
Looking up at Nick, Bree couldn’t help but wonder suddenly. While he smiled pleasantly, there was a definite flicker in his eyes. His hand around hers tightened a fraction, a discernable squeeze of strong fingers.
She’d guessed he was a soldier when Harly had told her he was a friend of Alex’s without actually saying where from, but she’d known for certain as soon as she’d seen him on the street, there was no missing the way he walked - confident, alert, nothing missing his attention. It was there in his bearing, the straight back, the quiet intensity, the way he studied people. The way he marched without realising it.
Hot. Totally hot. Not because he was military, but because Nick was hot. How could a man just stand there and seem to fill the kitchen all at once with his presence alone? He smelled great, too, soap and all male. Tall - the top of her head barely grazed his shoulder - muscular, strong, handsome. Yummy.
Nothing like a bit of eye candy to ease the senses. Or put them into over-drive.
He didn’t let her hand go, however, not even when she gave it a little tug.
“We didn’t get properly introduced .” That deep baritone washing over her. “I’m Nick Mason.”
Nick Mason? Bree stilled. She knew a Nick Mason.
“I’m with Alex.”
“With Alex?”
“We’re both in the Fifth Battalion,” Alex said.
Fifth Battalion? Wait a minute, wait a doggone minute . “You’re in the Fifth Battalion?” Head tilted back to enable her to look Nick in those intense green eyes, Bree felt a needle of suspicion. Surely not .
Nick nodded , retaining hold of her suddenly limp hand.
“Afghanistan? Fifth Battalion?”
He nodded again.
Well, how about that. This was Nick Mason, her most recent soldier boy, the one she’d just said goodbye to because he was coming home. To Whicha, obviously not to his own home. But home to Australia.
He was looking at her, gaze calm yet searching, studying her, and the suspicion bit deeper. Hang on, did he suspect? And if he did, why didn’t he say something? Why didn’t he ask her straight out if she was the Bree who wrote him letters? He had to know she was in Whicha, he’d answered her letters.
Or was he scouting her out, seeing if he wanted to acknowledge her?
That last thought had her eyes narrowing a little. Maybe he hadn’t made up his mind yet.
Her fingers tightened fractionally around his, and his fingers squeezed lightly in return.
Oh ho .
Bree locked her gaze with his, saw the glint in his green eyes. He knew, all right. He suspected who she was but he wasn’t letting on, and that was both intriguing and odd. To be fair, maybe he was still a little uncertain, after all, he didn’t know her last name, didn’t know what she looked like for she’d sent no photos of herself or Skyped. But her name wasn’t common, and that combined with her address and presence here just had to clue him in.
Unless he was that thick.
The glint in his eyes was accompanied by a slightly arched eyebrow.
N ope, not thick, not thick at all. Intelligence shone in those eyes, his full yet masculine lips quirking a little at the corners.
But why wasn’t
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