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I never believed in love at first sight…until I met her.
Rowan
I’ve always wanted to be a doctor.
The only problem is that no matter how many hours I work, I’ll never be able to afford it on my own.
Then I meet him.
Grant Bennett.
He’s grumpy, scarred, and way too intense.
He’s also the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen.
And when he makes me a shocking offer, I don’t know if I should laugh, cry, or say yes.
Grant
I came back from my last mission broken.
The doctors tell me I should be grateful I’m alive, but all I feel is restless, angry, and empty.
I don't want to be sidelined. I don't want to be in Colorado getting treatment.
Then I see her.
Rowan Turner.
She's pure sunshine with curves that have my mouth watering, and she makes me feel alive again just by smiling at me.
She deserves the world, and I can give it to her.
With my GI Bill benefits, she can finally afford med school.
All she has to do is marry me.
I tell her it's just paperwork, but the moment she says “I do,” I know I’ll never let her go.
Now I have my hardest mission of all.
Convincing her that I'm the warrior for her.
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Grant
People scatteras I make my way down the hallway toward the medical office. I wonder briefly if it’s my expression or the scars running down my neck that have people rushing to get out of my way.
I don’t want to be here. Not in Colorado, not in this medical building, not on medical leave. I miss my troop, my friends, the action. All of that was taken from me when I got shot and blown up on my last deployment, and now I’m riding the bench. At least until I can get cleared to go back to active duty.
I’m supposed to be receiving treatment and recovering while I’m here in Colorado. The doctors tell me I should be grateful I’m alive, but all I feel is restless, angry, and empty.
I’ve always been driven, and for my whole life, my goal has been to serve my country and keep my military brothers safe. I was succeeding at that goal until the attack happened. Now I’m stuck here. Feeling useless.
I head into the medical clinic and stand in line. I scan the waiting area, checking the exits and noting anything that can be used as a weapon. It’s a force of habit now.
