A Candle For A Marine (Always A Marine) - Plot & Excerpts
Yet she did nothing of the kind. Instead, she studied him with gentle, liquid black eyes that saw right down to his soul. “Okay. Those jars need to go on that shelf.” He glanced down at the grayish powder and shifted to reach the shelf she indicated. “What is this?” “It’s for pottery. They mix it with water and make stuff.” She grimaced. “It’s for Shannon’s class.” Wrinkling her brow, she stumbled over her words and broke down the box she’d emptied with jerky movements. The temper he’d chewed on for five days sat like a sour rock in his stomach. “Zehava.” “I know you have things to do, it’s fine. I need to go check on the snacks for tonight….” Tears glittered in her eyes, and he caught her arm before she could escape. Tentative as hell, he kept his grip light. “I really am sorry.” He felt like his hat should be in hand. “If anyone else spoke to you like that, I would have kicked the crap out of them. As it is, I think someone should kick me.”
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