His Girl Next Door: The Army Ranger's Return / New York's Finest Rebel / The Girl from Honeysuckle Farm. Trish Wylie
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“Hey, Jess, it’s Ryan.”
The deep baritone that hit her eardrums sent a lick of excitement down her spine. She could curse Bella for putting ideas in her head!
“Hi, Ryan.”
There was a pause. A silence that made her heart pound hard.
“I was, ah, wondering if you wanted to have dinner tonight after all?”
Jessica made the mistake of looking up at Bella. Her friend looked like she needed a paper bag, as if she were on the verge of hyperventilating.
“Is it him?” Bella was mouthing at her.
She nodded then turned her back. “Sure.”
Now Bella was flapping her hands. She was in danger of becoming airborne.
“Quiet,” Jess mouthed as she turned back, but her friend wasn’t listening.
“Shall I pick you up around seven?”
“Sounds great. I’ll see you then.”
As she hung up Jessica looked at Bella.
“Well?”
Jess gulped. “We’re going out for dinner.”
“Yaaaaaay!”
She cringed at Bella’s high pitch. She should never have told her.
“I can’t believe you’re finally back in the game.” Her friend sighed with satisfaction. “Going out on a date.”
Jess wished a hole would open up in the carpet and swallow her. Just suck her up and eat her whole. This was not a date. Absolutely not a date. No way.
“What are you going to wear?”
Jess groaned. Who was she kidding? This was absolutely a date. It didn’t matter what she tried to pretend, or how she thought about it. She was a girl going out for dinner with a boy, her stomach was leaping around as if something with wings had taken ownership of it, and Ryan had sounded as unsure as she had felt herself on the phone.
Given that she’d promised herself there was to be no dating for five years, she’d broken her one rule pretty fast.
But maybe Bella was right. If something did happen between them, if she did want something to happen, would it be so bad? Ryan wasn’t hanging around for long, there was no chance she could have her heart broken or get into something long-term, because he wouldn’t even be here beyond a couple of months.
“Come on, let’s get you ready.”
She looked at Bella and tried not to get excited. Ryan would be here in a few hours. She’d be getting in his car, sitting across from him at a restaurant somewhere, looking into those sparkling blue eyes …
Jess groaned again, even more loudly.
So much for thinking of him as nothing more than a friend.
Jessica wished she could quell the inconsistent thudding of her heart, but she couldn’t. It was no use.
She was nervous. Terrified. And for some reason there was nothing she could do to calm her nerves, her fear or her excitement.
If Bella hadn’t kept insisting it was a date …
Argh. The word kept circling her brain like an eagle hunting prey. It wasn’t a date. So why—the more she thought about the word—did it seem she was trying to convince herself of a cold-edged lie?
Jess parted the blinds to look out at the street. She watched as a couple of cars passed. The third one slowed then pulled up outside her house. Her hand dropped away, as if she’d been burned.
It was like this morning all over again.
Except this time she didn’t want to run from the scene. This time she wanted to run into his arms.
She growled at herself. She needed to stop listening to Bella.
But despite all her reasoning to the contrary, her promises to herself, the truth was that she was tempted. He was going away again soon. And she was attracted to him. So if he was interested in her like that then didn’t she owe it to herself to have a good time?
The logical part of her brain was telling her no. That his friendship meant too much to throw it all away. To even risk the possibility of something happening.
But the other part? That was telling her to have fun. To let her hair down for once. To enjoy the company of a man who didn’t know any of her baggage, her past. Who didn’t want to treat her as if broken glass was shattered over her skin, like he could hurt her.
That part knew that maybe, just maybe, this was an opportunity to be herself. A woman who wasn’t afraid of moving forward and having fun. For the short term anyway.
Jess straightened her shoulders and ran her hands down her jeans. She wasn’t going to wait for him to knock this time. Her poor heart couldn’t handle it.
It had been a long time since Ryan had felt like he couldn’t settle his nerves. His career depended on it. When he was deployed, he always kept calm, had a confidence and calmness that saw him through any scenario.
So when Jessica walked out onto the porch and gave him a half wave, before turning to lock the door, he was taken by surprise. It felt like someone had placed a steady hand around his throat and squeezed, just for a moment, to make him gasp for the next gulp of air. Made his mind scramble, as if he were incapable of utilizing the rational, functioning part of his brain.
Jessica had to fiddle with the lock and it gave him time to watch her. This girl who’d meant so much to him for so long.
He’d known he would feel close to her, but he hadn’t expected this. He’d thought she would be a normal American girl, just another person in the world. The kind of girl you’d pass in the street and not necessarily notice.
How wrong he’d been.
Her hair was messy, as if she’d spent hours at the beach to put the wind through it and then played with each strand through her fingers. It was tousled and slightly curly, falling below her shoulders. Her skin was golden, as if the sun had just been allowed to skim it, and … He gulped.
Looking any further wasn’t going to help him. The curve of her backside in her denim jeans, the silhouette of her upper half in her summery top.
He swallowed again, hard, when she turned to face him. Jessica was smiling, her full lips pulled back to show off white teeth, eyes slightly downcast as if she was a touch embarrassed.
Any thought of her being “just a friend” fled his mind.
It wasn’t because he’d been away serving. It wasn’t because he hadn’t been around women in a long while.
It was simply Jessica.
She did something to him, scrambled his brain and made his body jump, like he’d never experienced before.
Ryan leaped from the car. He couldn’t have moved faster if it had been on fire. It was like his brain and his body were finally capable of acting as one.
“Hey.”
Jessica’s cheeks were touched with the lightest of pink blushes.
“Hey,” she said back.
He walked forward, wanted to kiss her on the cheek, but felt awkward. They stood, watched one another for a moment, before he stepped back.
Idiot.
“Let me get the door.” Suddenly he was all nerves, more thumbs than fingers as he walked around to the passenger side.
She walked past him and ducked to get into the car. “Thanks.”
He grinned at her, he could feel the goofy smile on his face and was incapable of doing anything to remove it.
Jessica