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Title: HOME WITH YOU
Author: Claire Cain
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About Home With You:
I hadnâ€™t seen Major Reese Flint in ten yearsâ€”not since I was sixteen. Growing up, he was always kind to me despite our age difference and my role as the caretakerâ€™s daughter. Our reunion forced me to see the gorgeous man heâ€™d turned into. Reese was just as shocked by me, but evidently not in a good way since he then resolutely avoided me.
Weâ€™re forced back together when Reeseâ€™s mother hires me to help him recover from an injury since I still live in the garage apartment above the house I watched for him while he was deployed.
When Reeseâ€™s mom asks for more than that, Iâ€™m torn between my loyalty to the family who gave me so much during my childhood and my newfound feelings for Reese. Just when Reese stops resisting his interest in me and I have more than I could have hoped for, I discover Iâ€™m more at risk of losing everything than I could have imagined.
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I groaned as I stood and lumbered into the kitchen where Erin promptly let out a little yelp. She pressed her hands to her heart and took a few deep breaths before laughing hysterically.
Really. She doubled over, her long hair waterfalling to the ground, leaving me to admire the nearly bare expanse of her back but for the two small spaghetti straps of her tank top. When she finally turned upright, her face was red and her green eyes were wet with tears.
â€œIâ€™m sorry,â€ I said, chuckling long with her since the sound of laughter was irresistible.
â€œNo, Iâ€™m sorry. Iâ€”I didnâ€™t expect to see you. I thought you were in bed. And your beard is, like, wow, so I didnâ€™t realize it was you, even though of course
itâ€™s you.â€ She pressed her lips together. â€œAnyway, Iâ€™m sorry for laughing hysterically. It was that, or cry, and I do enough crying so laugh it was.â€
â€œIâ€™ve been sleeping down here so Iâ€™m upright. Did you need something?â€ I asked, and as soon as her face fell, I realized Iâ€™d done it again. She set the rag in her hand on the counter and moved to go, but I grabbed her wrist.
â€œPlease. I donâ€™t mean that in a brusque way. Iâ€™m not trying to get rid of you. I want to help you find what you need, if you need something,â€ I said, lowering my voice because whenever she was this close, which was rarely lately, I wanted to say things to only her. I wanted things between us that only we knew about.
She stared down at my hand on her wrist, then back at my face, her chest rising and falling. â€œI, uhâ€¦ I came to check and see how the kitchen was. Your mom doesnâ€™t always clean up, so I came to make sure everything was put away so you wouldnâ€™t wake up to a mess.â€ She looked down like she was embarrassed and gently pulled her arm away.
â€œThatâ€™s very kind of you, Erin.â€ Her lashes fluttered when I said her name, and I wondered if she preferred her nickname. Iâ€™d have to try it out next time.
â€œNot really. Iâ€™m saving myself from more work tomorrow.â€
â€œTomorrow?â€ I asked, stepping closer to her because apparently my body wanted more of her proximity.
â€œIâ€™ll be here to make you breakfast. I mean, if thatâ€™s ok, of course,â€ she said, red rising to her cheeks.
â€œIâ€™d like nothing more,â€ I said, catching her green eyes with mine to make sure she understood my sincerity. I was done fumbling around and failing to communicate with her. Iâ€™d bungled things between us enough already, and if my mother had obligated Erin to help me, I wasnâ€™t going to make her feel unwanted.
She returned my stare a moment longer, her eyes moving between mine every few seconds.
And then it happened.
Then the best thing of my week happened.
Sure, maybe the year. Iâ€™d made the promotion list for lieutenant colonel and I was pleased about that, but this? This probably topped that.
Her focus moved from one eye, to the other, and then dipped down and caressed my lips. I kid you not, I could practically feel the brush of her lashes against my mouth.
Then, of course, she jerked away and plastered a smile on her face, bid me goodnight, and excused herself.
But itâ€™d happened.
About Claire Cain:
Claire Cain lives to eat and drink her way around the globe with her traveling soldier and two kids, but is perhaps even happier hunkered down at home in a pair of sweatpants and slippers using any free moment she has to read and cook. Or talkâ€”she really likes to talk. She has become an expert at packing too many dishes in too few cabinets and making houses into homes from Utah to Germany and many places in between. Sheâ€™s a proud Army wife and is frankly just really happy to be here.
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