Uniform Desires (Make Mine Military Romance)
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"I really am sorry I scared you."
"It’s okay." Now that she knew her brother wasn’t dead or injured, and her heart wasn’t pounding hard enough to have her feeling dizzy, she could appreciate the deep tenor of Crash’s voice funneled directly into her ear through the phone. His soft Southern drawl washed over her and brought back vivid memories of their weekend. Crash calling her still seemed odd, but wonderful. Something else was odd, as well. "The caller ID said Maryland . . ."
"Yeah, they route our calls through the States."
"Oh. I didn’t even realize you have phones there. Danny always just emails or Skypes me."
"Yeah, we have a call center set up here, but you need a calling card."
"Oh." Even more intriguing. Crash had not only taken the time to phone her, but he’d had to use a calling card to do it. "So how are you?"
"Good. We had a little, uh, excitement around here, but I’m good. Zippy is too. Um, that’s kind of what I wanted to talk to you about."
"Your excitement or my brother?" It seemed Crash’s answers only raised more questions, but Trish was more than willing to take the time to figure out the mystery of this man.
His laugh came through her cell. "Both, I guess. I had some time to think the other night, and I talked to Zippy. Anyway, long story short, I told him about us. About that weekend. And I know I should have talked to you first, but there were extenuating circumstances."
"Okay. I trust you. If you thought you needed to tell him, that’s fine."
"You trust me?"
She smiled at the happiness she heard in his voice. "Yes, of course I do."
"I’m glad."
"So, uh, how’d Danny take the news of our little fling?"
"He wasn’t happy about it, but he never beat the crap out of me the way he said he was going to so that’s something, I guess."
Trish laughed. "That’s good. I’m glad to hear it. Is he the one who gave you my phone number?"
"No, actually, he’d called you from my phone that one time. My service is cut off but the phone still had the outgoing call log in it. I’m sorry, it’s probably out of line for me to just call—"
"No, not at all. It’s fine. Really." Trish smiled. She’d made love to this man three times over the course of two days, and he was worried he’d taken liberties by calling her? Southern men really were a different breed. Different, but nice.
"Okay. I’m glad you don’t mind." He dragged in a breath. "So the reason I’m calling . . . you know how we said that weekend was just for fun, and that it wouldn’t mean anything later on?"
"Yeah."
"Well, what if I changed my mind about that? I think it did mean something. And I think we should take some time to get to know each other better, and see if we can make it work. At least, I want it to try, if that’s what you want."
Now it was no longer fear that had Trish’s heart pounding. "Yeah, I’d like that."
"Good." He let out a loud breath. "That’s real good. But I gotta warn you, life as a Marine girlfriend isn’t easy."
Hearing him use the word girlfriend in relation to her being with him sent a thrill through her. "That’s okay. We Jersey girls are pretty tough. I can handle it."
"I’m very happy to hear that. So, um, now that we’ve talked, maybe I can Skype you sometime?"
"Definitely." She felt like a schoolgirl. Like the quarterback had just asked her to the prom. Giddy. Excited. Nervous. Unable to stop smiling. It was too much to absorb all at once and she loved every bit of it.
"A’ight. Good. So I’ll be talking to you then. And I’ll email you too."
"Okay." Warmth spread through Trish just from the promise of hearing from him.
"I better get going before this phone card runs out and cuts us off."
"Um, Crash. Can I ask you something real quick before you hang up?"
"Sure. Shoot."
"How’d you get your nickname?"
He chuckled. "I was afraid that would come up. It’s kind of an embarrassing story, but here it goes—I backed a jeep into a building during Marine Combat Training. Been called Crash ever since."
Trish smiled. "Thanks for sharing."
"You’re welcome. Now, I really better go. Bye for now?"
She bit her lip at his sweetness. "Bye for now."
The line went dead and Trish lowered the phone.
What a difference five minutes could make. She had to call Dawn back and tell her everything was okay. More than okay. Trish had to tell her the crazy but incredible news about her and Crash. She just wasn’t sure she’d be able to make the call. She was still shaking, but it had nothing to do with the coffee.
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Crash couldn’t help the goofy smile on his face as he pushed through the door of his CLU, but he tried to control it for Zippy’s sake. "Hey."
"Hey." Zippy responded without looking up from his computer screen and the TV show playing there.
Crash glanced at his friend’s back from across the can. "You still mad at me?"
Still not making eye contact, Zippy said, "I’m deciding."
"A’ight. Fair enough. While you’re deciding, I wanted you to know I called Trish."
That got Zippy’s attention. He paused the show and turned in his chair. "You what?"
"I called her from the phone center."
"Why?" The wariness in Zippy’s tone told Crash he wasn’t out of the woods with his friend yet.
"Because I like her, Zip. A lot. I wanna get to know her better. And then, when we’re home, I wanna see her."
"So you didn’t just want to fuck her then?"
"Jesus, Zip." Crash set his jaw. Yeah, he’d been in the wrong doing what he’d done with Trish behind Zippy’s back, but Zippy had no right to talk like that about a lady, especially his own sister. "Please don’t say that word again in relation to Trish."
Zippy’s brow’s rose. "Fine. You two do whatever you want to do. It’s her life."
Not exactly a blessing, but at least no blows had been exchanged. For now, that would have to be good enough.
"Thanks." Crash turned to leave.
He’d finished his workday and gone directly to the phone center. Now that the nerve-wracking phone call was over, he was starving. He could grab something, bring it back to his desk and log into email. Send Trish a nice long message. He liked that idea.
"I’m hitting the gym in about an hour. Wanna come?" Zippy’s question stopped Crash with his hand on the doorknob.
"Yeah, sure."
"Okay. See you there." Zip turned back to his computer and hit play on the show again.
"A’ight." Maybe things were good between them after all.
A few minutes later, armed with a take out container from the chow hall, Crash was back at his office, but this time, not to work. He leaned his weapon against the wall behind him and sat.
While chewing on a big mouthful of tuna salad sandwich, he logged into is email and saw a name from the past sitting in his inbox. His old friend Beau. Crash hadn’t seen him in close to a year. That’s what happened when a guy got married, he guessed. It was hard to get out with friends. Add to that the double whammy of Beau being in another squadron now on another base and they didn’t cross paths too often.
It was still good to hear from an old friend now. Crash took another bite and clicked to open the email.
To: O’Malley GSgt John
From: Adams GSgt Beau
Hey, Crash,
I’ve got some news for you. Since you were there from the very beginning, and you were my best man, I wanted you to be the first to know that Carrie’s pregnant. I couldn’t be happier. She’s real excited too, except when the morning sickness had her ralphing while she was up in the bird. Don’t tell her I told you that!
Otherwise, things are status quo here in Cherry Point. What’s up with you? How’s summer in sunny Afghanistan? Can’t say I envy you being there. I still remember the heat in Djibouti too well. Though, I’ll admit, I am pissed you’ll have th
e Afghanistan campaign medal and I won’t.
Say hey to Zippy for me. I’m gonna have to shoot him an email as well.
Catch ya later,
Beau
Crash smiled. His buddy Beau was going to be a father. He was happy for him and his wife. They’d had a long haul in the beginning with them both being military and deployed when they’d met, but it had all worked out in the end.
Their relationship should have been a lesson to Crash. Even when the obstacles looked insurmountable, things could work. He realized that now though.
After the entire base had been pinned down by the enemy for hours during the attack, little things such as being separated for a few more months from Trish seemed like nothing. Piece of cake. Even the distance between New Jersey and North Carolina seemed manageable. Where there was a will, there was a way. When he got back they’d see about making it work. That was definitely something to look forward to.
Smiling just thinking about being home and on the same continent as Trish again, Crash hit reply and started to type.
Hey, Beau.
Congrats! Great news about the baby. Send Carrie my love.
Yeah, hot as hell here, in more ways than one if you get my meaning, but you, me and Zip can talk about that over a beer when we get back in January.
So, I do have some news of my own. I’ve met someone. She’s amazing! And you’re not going to believe whose sister she is . . .
The End
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Table of Contents
Copyright
BOOK 1 - INFATUATION
Dedication
A note from Melissa Schroeder
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Epilogue
About Melissa Schroeder
Other Books by Melissa Schroeder
BOOK 2 - SEAL'S HONOR
A note from Elle James
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
About Elle James
Other Books by Elle James
BOOK 3 - SEAL THE DEAL
A Note From Sharon Hamilton
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
About Sharon Hamilton
BOOK 4 - DANGEROUS LIAISON
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
About Delilah Devlin
Other Books by Delilah Devlin
BOOK 5 - HER FOREVER HERO
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Epilogue
About JM Madden
Other Books by JM Madden
BOOK 6 - CINDERELLA LIBERTY
A note from Cat Johnson
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
About Cat Johnson
Other Books by Cat Johnson