so cherished that it
brought tears to her eyes. She’d been alone for so long, scared and pregnant. She ran to a place
that she didn’t know and tried to make a life for herself and her unborn daughter. And life seemed to
drop a gift in her hands in the form of Zack. He was offering to love and protect her and, yes, the
attraction was there. They’d both had hard lives, yet it seemed some invisible force drew them to
each other. Did she dare? Her heart leapt at the possibility and also that, lying in his arms, at that
very moment, felt so right.
“Zack?”
“Hmm?”
“I think I’d like to marry you.”
She felt a gentle kiss on her ear and shivered.
“Good, because I wasn’t planning on taking no for an answer, Ms. Royale.”
Jordyn giggled. “Real y?”
“Yes, real y.” Zack placed another kiss on her ear. “Sleep, honey. Tomorrow is another day.”
“Thanksgiving is Thursday,” she murmured sleepily.
“We’l get a turkey and al the fixings tomorrow.” Zack’s voice rumbled against her ear. “Pumpkin
pie?”
“I’l make one,” she answered.
“Yummy.” His voice was soft.
Jordyn let her mind drift away and for the first time in a long time, every noise and sound didn’t
make her sit up, scared for her life. She actual y slept and felt like everything was going to be al right
and that running was no longer a necessity.
Chapter Three
The next day dawned bright and clear. The forecaster said it would be a mild seventy-five
degrees and the winds would be balmy. Zack had the sunroof down on his Nissan Armada and the
sun was warm on Jordyn’s face. After breakfast, they went to her apartment to gather what they could
of her things. He saw the devastation of what was left of her apartment and she saw his body
reverberate with rage. She couldn’t hold back the tears when she saw what they had done with her
baby’s nursery she had been trying to fix up. The crib, drawers, changing table and everything she’d
bought were thrift store items, but she’d restored them with love and care. Now it was al destroyed
and decimated, even the baby clothes were ripped to shreds and tossed aside.
“We’l start over at my place.” Zack pul ed her into his arms. “Shh, baby, she’l have her nursery
again.”
“I saved and bought this stuff by bits and pieces.” Jordyn sniffed. “It was al I could afford, but I
made sure she’d have whatever she needed.”
“You did a wonderful job, sweetheart. Ugly people did this and trust me, when I find them, they
wil answer for it,” Zack promised.
“Zack, I don’t want you getting hurt over these things,” she said.
“That’s only part of it. This is twice I’ve seen you cry because of this woman and her actions.
Whoever her minions are, whoever she sent, wil answer for your tears and the fear you’ve felt,” he
said.
They packed up her clothes and what she could salvage from the nursery before leaving and
going to the management office of the complex. Because of the break-in and the extent of the
damage, plus the neighborhood, they were more than wil ing to let her out of her lease, especial y
with Zack there in his uniform looking serious as ever and asking al sorts of questions about their
security.
From there, they went on to the Oahu courthouse and got their marriage license and then
headed towards Pearl Harbor. This was the first time she was on the base and Zack took the scenic
route. They passed the USS Arizona and the bold, massive statement of survival from that
devastating day. December seventh would mark another anniversary of the attack and Zack would
be a part of the ceremony. She’d seen firsthand the tribute for al those fal en seamen on that fateful
day and one of the men in the tribute would be her husband.
Oh, my God. I’m going to be married to a Navy SEAL, she thought. She was expecting to feel
terror and dread, but none came, only excitement. Especial y when he kissed her hand and looked