The one man she’d wanted a relationship with was here, waiting on her. Right outside the showers in the lounge. Waiting to talk. Waiting to pick up where they’d left off. Sam was everything she wanted in a guy—kind, romantic, tenacious, handsome, honest, full of integrity. And he liked her. A lot, obviously, considering all he’d done to find her. I should be flattered. Showered, dressed, and sitting on the floor, she hugged her knees to her chest. Rested her head against the tiled wall and willed herself to go out there. Face the music. Stop being ridiculous. And yet, here she sat. Maybe it was Trace’s fault. What he said, what he did—his touch against her jaw that she could still feel—reignited all the old feelings. Old promises. Broken promises. Promises she’d begged God for the first two years after Misrata to fulfill. “Annie?” Téya’s voice echoed in the room seconds before her leggy friend rounded the corner and stopped short.
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