Sam could feel the effect of her smile everywhere. It lit her face up. Correction, it lit her up, making her even more beautiful. Roxi stood before him in a pair of silver-grey pants and a black, long-sleeved Marine shirt. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail exposing her numerous earrings. They ran up both ears and he’d noticed they were all different. Back to her smile. It did things to him. He’d been unsure and embarrassed about attacking her last night, but she didn’t appear to have given it another thought. And she hadn’t told Laila. This woman amazed him. He knew she had Marine pride. A Marine flag flew on her porch, slightly lower than her American flag. Then there was her necklace and a few photos of her around her living room he’d checked out. She was a hot-ass Marine. She’d been a sergeant. Her love for the Corps was obvious—it made her sacrifice of getting out for her nephew all the more touching in his estimation. “I’m doing some laundry today.
