Seth took me by the hand and led me to the bathroom where Aaron was coming out. “Shower and breakfast, then we can figure out with the others our plans for this mountain.”
I nodded. “I can deal with that.”
We were together. Even though my guys left for mission from time to time, they always came back to me. I loved them and they loved me. Even though all of us had to go through what we did to be here now with one another, it was worth it. Because in the end, I had them.
Hope you enjoyed Honey Babe!
Here’s a teaser from the next book in the series, Lovely Dearest!
Lovely Dearest
Blurb
Loss, grief, and bills are all Hailey had left when her husband passed away, leaving her behind with their two children and a debt caused by fertility clinics and adoption fees. But an unexpected turn in her life might leave her stunned and making changes. With her heart still broken, it just might take more than one man to put it back together. Hailey had no idea what awaited her in small-town Colorado. Fate led her there for a reason.
Kellen, Zane, and Samuel, super soldiers for a secret army task force, were forced to come back to the compound, their home, on the private mountain in the northern part of Colorado for R&R due to the holidays. The other teams’ wives were insisting.
When a snowstorm hit the mountain, a visitor came to stay. It’s not love at first sight. It’s the H-15 serum all over again. Can Hailey accept what’s to come? Or would her guys lose her to the chill of winter?
As the saying goes, two was better than one. But in this case, three was what she needed.
Prologue
I stood staring at the casket being lowered into the ground while holding onto the hands of my two children, one tiny hand wrapped in each of my own. My heart ached as I watched my best friend, my lover, my husband, being laid into the cold ground. He didn’t deserve this. We didn’t deserve this. I reached up, and with the back of my hand, wiped the tears off my cheek while still holding my five-year-old Jackson’s hand in my own.
Why? Why us? I thought as a sob escaped my lips.
“Mommy?” my little girl, Riley, asked as she gave a quick squeeze to my hand in the silent message I taught them for love.
I squeezed back. She was just three-years-old. So young, a baby really. Too young to lose her daddy. I calmed myself and looked down at her. Her dark curly hair was coming out of its style, and her big, brown eyes were filled with tears. “Yes, baby?”
Her little lip quivered. “I miss Daddy, too.”
I knelt down, drew both of them to me, and held on to them tight. A hand touched my shoulder.
“Hailey, honey,” my mother whispered. “It’s time to go.”
I glanced up at her, lips trembling as my eyes pleaded for more time. “C-c-can you give us a moment?”
She gave me a sad smile. “Sure, honey.”
With a quick squeeze, she slipped her hand off my shoulder and walked away.
I drew my attention back to my children, and with the strength I had left, I whispered to them, “Your daddy loved you. He didn’t want to leave us, but sometimes grown-ups don’t get to choose. Even though we’re sad now, he wouldn’t want us to be sad forever.”
I drew back from them and wiped their tears. “It’s time for us to go, but we can come back. I promise.”
“Can we come back tomorrow?” Jackson asked as his eyes watered again.
I gave him a wobbly smile as I guided my hand across the top of his head. “Sure, baby.”
***
I heard the whispers from today. All the questions that I, too, asked myself.
My mother decided to stay the night in the guest bedroom, but I opted for the couch. Tears started to fall again. I couldn’t sleep in our bed. Too many memories. We had two wonderful, adopted children after five years of fertility treatments that didn’t work. All the effort, all the time we both thought we would have, gone.
I blew my nose and wiped my tears before rolling over on the couch, trying to recall those questions I heard this afternoon.
“What is she going to do with the house?”
“Do you think she’s planning on going back to work?”
“How is she planning on getting by?”
“Do you think she’d try to hurt herself?”
“She’s so young. Too young to have this burden.”
I was too young, only twenty-seven, but I wasn’t stupid enough to hurt myself. I wouldn’t do that to my children and those who knew me, knew that.
The finances, though, put me at a loss. He took care of the bills. I have no idea where to start, but I’ll learn. I’d give myself a week then…then I’ll figure this all out. It was time for us to mourn. If I needed to get a job, then that was what I’d do, but I’d worry about it later.
I miss you. I thought as I drift off to sleep. So much.
Never again will I fall in love. Never again.
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