Chapter 7

I retrieved the shirt and a black pair of slacks from my closet, both pristinely pressed and without a single wrinkle. I laid them on the end of the bed, then tossed my towel into the hamper and pulled on a pair of briefs. But as I reached for my pants, a sudden case of nerves had me stilling and breathing slowly.

The kids were right about one thing. I could count on one hand the number of actual dates I had been on. Up until recently, my life was not exactly conducive to dating. First the Corps had kept me quiet, then raising teenage siblings had kept me nearly celibate. Going out for the night and getting off in the bathroom with a willing but anonymous man could not be called dating by any stretch of the imagination. So it only made sense that I might feel a bit nervous.

But I was a Marine, for fuck’s sake. See the hill, take the hill. Nerves had no place here. And I wouldn’t let them get in the way.

A deep breath, and then I got dressed. I had a gorgeous man waiting for me.3