Neil Dunn limps down the street, an old war injury not stopping him from going to his favorite place. When he slides into his usual spot, every eye is on this petite little red head. She's captured Neil's heart before he knew her name. But it turns out to be the boss' niece, Sally Foster. She's smart, she's good at her job, and she's taken over the business temporarily. Now she's taken Neil's heart. Will the past stop him from letting her in? Or is she the right woman to warm the ice-cold caverns of his soul? Also, will Roland stop looking at him like that?

Midnight Music

It was dark, and cold. Neil could see his breath, despite the attempts to keep the medical tent warm with fires. Patients were freezing, shivering under thick blankets and layers of clothing. Poor Private Sanders was throwing up on top of the cold. 


“Corporal.” Neil looked up to find Roland standing in front of him, a limping soldier. “This gentleman is complaining of pain in his feet.” 


“I think it’s trench foot, Corporal.” Neil nodded, and helped Roland get the soldier onto the next available bed. Sanders groaned beside them. A nurse whisked away the bucket, and came to apply more warmth, and more fluids. 


“They hurt, my feet. And they itch something awful. Yesterday when I finally got dry socks, there was some skin coming off.” 


“Sounds like you’ve got it. Let’s get you out of these boots.” Neil started to take his boots off and examine him. “Thank you, Private.” Roland saluted him and left the tent. A distant explosion could be heard. 


Chapter Thirteen