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are.”
    “What?”
    “I’m Houston Davis,” blue eyes said.
    “Cruz Davis,” was the name of the Latino charmer. Cruz.
    “Darius Davis,” the tall ebony warrior said with a smile.
    “Wait.” She shook her head. “You’re all Davis? You’re related?”
    Houston laughed. “No. We just all happen to share a very common last name. Which is quite funny in the military.”
    “They have a tendency to call us by our last names,” Cruz said, probably noting her look of confusion.
    “We got grouped together often enough we just stuck together,” Darius added. “We became fast friends in training and have been together pretty much since then.”
    “So which one of you got my letters?”
    “All of us,” Houston said.
    She nodded her head, accepting that. By this point, she had already surmised they’d shared her letters between them. It was a bit embarrassing remembering the things she’d shared and knowing they’d all three read them.
    “Which one of you wrote me back?”
    They all shared a look again.
    “All of us,” Cruz answered.
    “You all wrote me back?”
    “We took turns,” Darius replied. “We each devoured your letters over and over again. Then we took turns writing you back. There’s a little bit of each of us in those letters. We figured it was a way for you to get to know all of us without confessing we were sharing your letters. We established some ground rules, like who could share what from his family since we all come from different families. Things like that.”
    “We were afraid you might quit writing if you knew,” Houston admitted with a sigh.
    She didn’t know if she would have or not, and it didn’t matter now. It was over and done.
    The waitress interrupted as she dropped off drinks and told them their food was almost ready. Melda smiled and thanked her then sipped her drink as she digested what she’d learned so far.
    “So, why exactly are you all here? Did you want to meet the woman from the letters? See if maybe I’d shared your letters with someone else too?”
    Both Darius and Houston looked a bit contrite at that comment, but Cruz just grinned.
    “You didn’t,” he said with confidence.
    “What makes you so sure?”
    “Your letters. You spoke of your sisters, your job—”
    “A boss whose ass I’d like to kick,” Houston interjected.
    “Your house—” Cruz continued.
    “Your hopes and dreams,” Darius interrupted.
    “And we all knew beneath it all you were just like us.”
    “I’m no soldier. I don’t even know how to shoot a gun.”
    Cruz laughed, and she was intrigued by the white of his smile, the jut of his chin as he leaned his head back.
    “Lonely,” Houston whispered beside her.
    “Searching for something more, something lasting,” Darius added.
    “We got home last week and took care of the things we needed to, so we could head here,” Cruz stated.
    “How long are you staying?”
    “That depends,” Darius informed her. “On you.”
    “Me?” She really hoped her voice wasn’t squeaking.
    Houston turned toward her and took her hand in his. “I think we each have fallen a little in love with the woman we met in the pages of your letters. Your pictures showed us you were just as beautiful outside. Seeing you…”
    “You take our breath away,” Darius murmured while Cruz nodded in agreement.
    “We learned a lot holing up in a desert for two tours,” Houston admitted.
    “We learned that life can end in an instant. No promise of tomorrow or even tonight,” Darius added.
    “We learned when life gives you an opportunity, grab it.” Cruz met her gaze, and she felt her heartbeat speed up.
    “Is that what I am? An opportunity?”
    “A dream come to life,” Darius said.
    “A possibility to finally find something lasting,” Cruz offered.
    “A woman to come home to,” Houston added.
    The waitress interrupted again with their food, and Melda was grateful for the short reprieve. This was happening too quickly. Wasn’t it?
    Sure,