
And what if her mother did manage to find him after
all these years? In all likelihood he'd made a new
life for himself that included a wife, kids...a
family.
What if he'd always had one?
Only a double life made a man that
hard to find.
So what was Tam really afraid of,
that her mother would never find her father, or that
she would?
With the slightest tremble she
forgot all about poachers and drug runners and
soldiers underfoot. She ripped open the envelop on
what she knew would be the latest progress report.
Unfolding the single page, she began
to read...
"Trouble in paradise?"
Tam spun around.
Trouble? Oh, yeah. And she was
looking right at him.
He stood just inside the open hangar
bay, at the Coke machine. Like the rest he wore a
combat helmet and the uniform of a seasoned soldier.
The jungle print was caked in mud.
He was caked in mud.
And judging from the stubble along
his jaw, not only had the ma not used a bar of soap
in weeks, he didn't even own a razor. She'd heard it
sad the uniform made the man. In this case, however,
the man made the uniform.
He made it look good. Damn good.
Personally, she'd never been
attracted to the type.
Excerpt from MIDWAY BETWEEN
YOU AND ME, copyright 2002
by Rogenna Brewer,
Harlequin Superromance® #1070, July 2002.
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