Forget Me Never by Sable Hunter (spicy books to read .TXT) 📕

“A woman who puts up her own pickles?  I’m in love!”  He accepted one and enjoyed the tangy crunch.  “Lord, I’m glad to be home.  I only have one more tour that I’m obligated to make 0" facthen I think I’ll see how civilian life suits me.”

A long sigh told him more clearly than her words how Savannah felt.  “That would make me so happy.  I’ve been so scared for you.”

He picked up her hand and kissed it.  “Tomorrow’s Sunday, do you know what we’re going to do?”

“Go see your grandfather?”

That touched Patrick’s heart.  “He’s going to love you.  Yes, I’d be thrilled for you to go with me to the nursing home.  And after that – we’re going to watch the game.  Have you been following the playoffs?”

“You mean football?  No, not really.”  Savannah knew exactly what he was getting at – and she knew the Saints had enjoyed a winning season unlike any other.  But she didn’t want him to think that she was going to hold him to all of that nonsense.  It was just a coincidence.  That’s all.

“Do you mean to tell me that our future nuptials were prophesied to go hand in hand with the result of the 2010 Super Bowl and you haven’t been watching the Saints kick ass for the past couple of months?”

“You aren’t going to marry me because of who won some game.”

“No, when we decide to get married, it will be because I can’t imagine living my life without you.”

The words were said and just hung out in the air like a beautiful bubble of joy.  She still didn’t know if marriage would be best for them, but his attitude toward her was so wonderful she had to let him know.  Savannah couldn’t resist, she got up from her chair and crawled into his lap and hugged his neck.  “You’re my knight in shining armor.  You’re my prince.  You, Patrick, are my hero.”  She kissed his face over and over again, wetting his skin with her tears.  “What did I ever do to deserve someone like you?”

“You smiled at me and my life made sense for the first time.”  His simple explanation floored her.  “Will you take a shower with me?”

Her eyes widened at the prospect.  “Yeah, I’d like that.  Will you let me wash your hair?”

That was a first.  “Of course, if you want to.  I’ll let you wash other parts of me to, if you’d like.”

“Okay.”  She bounced up.  “Just let me put these dishes in the dishwasher and put up this food and we’ll play.”

We’ll play.  The way she said it just seemed right.  Savannah found happiness in the least little things.  He had noticed that as they had corresponded with emails and video chats.  Appreciation – that was the difference.  She appreciated him and anything he said food andid, Savannah appreciated life.  Maybe it was because she had been dealt such a harsh hand.  When things came easily to people, sometimes they take them for granted.  Savannah didn’t take him or anything for granted.  And that made him love her all the more.  And yes, he did love her.  It was too soon to push that issue, but it was true.

“I can’t wait to play with you.”  He picked up Ciara’s dish.  “In fact I just got hard at the thought.  I think I’ll take the dog for a walk and cool off.   But - - I’ll be back.”  He pinched her on the butt and she squealed.

“Hey, you’re gonna pay for that.”  She challenged him.

“We’ll see.”

Her eyes followed his perfect form as he put a leash on his dog and sauntered out of her kitchen.  Lord, what a difference he made in her life.  His very presence in her home made it an entirely different place.  Thinking about being naked with him in the shower made her nipples ache.  Truly, she had never cleaned the kitchen so fast.  From outside she heard a shout.  It wasn’t a cry of alarm.  It was kids – and Patrick.  She stood still for a bit and concentrated, then her curiosity got the best of her and she went to the door and looked out.

There was a moonlight battle on her front lawn.  Although it wasn’t dark, the security lights lit up the yard plain as day.  Two of her regular Wednesday kids were here. Their bikes were laid over in the grass and they were in full battle mode with Patrick.  Apparently they had carried an extra weapon, for he was engaged in a gun fight with the two thirteen year olds – and it was clear they were winning.  “Hey, how’s an old guy supposed to keep up with you two?”  A bevy of laughter rang like bells over her way and all she could think about was what a wonderful father he would make.  Ciara was bounding between the three of them, trying to catch the nerf bullets in her mouth.

“There’s my girl.”  He had spotted her.  Butterflies flew from her tummy to her throat.  There was that ‘my girl’ phrase again.

“Gotta go, Boys.  I have to get cleaned up for bed.  And it’s time you guys went home.”  He handed back their toy guns and the expression on his face was so endearing that Savannah decided to pick up some toys herself – the game she had in mind might be even more fun.

“Enjoy yourself?”  She held the door open for him and Ciara.  And as he went by, she copped a feel.

“Yea, but not as much as I’m about to.”  Quickly, he took the leash off Ciara and before she could dodge, he picked her up and hoisted her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

Savannah found the view from where she stood pretty good – and tempty, honbsp; So tempting in fact that she couldn’t resist, she began pulling his shirt out of his pants until