Page 81 of The Soldier

Damn.

My mouth waters as I imagine tugging it up as she palms the wall, then sliding her panties aside, and slamming my cock inside her.

I think I can convince her.

A couple of kisses along her long neck as I sneak my fingers under the hem of her dress. Then take her lips and tell her she has thirty seconds to get in my car before I make her scream in public.

I’m just congratulating myself on a solid plan when my blood freezes. A man I never thought—or hoped—to see again walks into Aidan’s house.

Sergeant Miller.

Roger fucking Miller.

Then my mouth literally parts as Roger wraps his arm around Trina’s waist and leads her inside.

What the fuck is happening right now?

As if in slow motion I watch them smile at one another, laugh at something, and then turn back to the room.

Trina spots me first.

Her smile falters when she sees the anger lining my face. I couldn’t have hidden it if I’d wanted to. She catches herself and looks away.

My gaze moves to Roger who is shaking hands and looking as cool as a cucumber in a pair of black jeans and a pale blue shirt.

How the fuck is he back in the United States already? Was he discharged? His tour wasn’t over for another few weeks, I recall.

To be fair I paid little attention knowing the US Army would severely reprimand him for his actions.

That doesn’t explain what he’s doing here.

In my world.

In Aidan’s house.

With Trina.

“Something wrong?” Josh asks, picking up on my tension.

I watch for a moment longer as Roger says something and she laughs, throwing her head back.

Fuck.Does she like him?

“No,” I reply, but I’m a Green Beret, not just a jealous lover, so I meet Josh’s stare and lower my voice. “That guy was in Kuwait last week. The one who was intoxicated.”

His eyebrows shoot up.

“You are fucking joking me.” Josh sips his whisky and watches him carefully. I know he’s trying to connect the dots to Trina just as I am.

“Her father was a lieutenant,” I say, because while the world is a small place, I can’t think of any other way she could know Roger.

He grew up in Ohio before joining the Army. He went on and on about the place, that’s how I remember. I also know he’s never been based in California. I just can’t remember how I know that. Unless he told some fucking story.

But that eliminates him being some childhood friend.

Then again, Trina would have moved around.

It’s possible.

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