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he opened it for me, like I needed him to prove that he was a gentleman. Flipping my hair, I walked past him into the garage, the only place in the house I knew we wouldn’t be intruded on.

CHAPTER THREE
Lance

    When she passed me in the hallway , I could smell the sweet scent of her perfume. It wafted into my nostrils and drove me insane. There was nothing I wanted more than to burry my face in her neck and take a few deep breaths. Fuck, just her smell made something awaken in me. Sure, I had slept with a few women since high school, but they had been transient in my life. They passed through and didn’t make any difference to me. Whenever I was fucking them, all I thought about was the girl who had stolen my heart in high school. It sounded like such corny bullshit. The guys back in the War Dogs Battalion would’ve never let me live it down if they knew I was still pining after some hometown girl. 
    But she wasn’t just some girl to me.
    I waited a few breaths to step after her into the garage, closing the door behind us. Darkness fell on the room, and it took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to it. Suddenly, Rosabella was next to me, her shoulder brushing up against my chest.
    Oh fuck. Was she making a move? I felt my body tense up and pressure build below.
    “I’m going to lock the door,” she whispered, her voice lingering in the garage. There was a click as I realized she wasn’t jumping my bones like the other women had.
    No. I suddenly remembered Rosabella wasn’t one to sleep with everything with a dick. From what I had heard around town, she still had the reputation of being a prude. Actually, her reputation was worse now that her brothers had joined the mob. There were rumors that more than a few guys had landed in the hospital just for looking at her the wrong way. I was willing to take that chance, even for just a taste.
    Her eyes were on me. I could feel them piercing my chest.
    “What do you want Lance? On what whim did you decide to crash my aunt’s funeral?”
    “Great-aunt’s,” I corrected.
    “Really?” She crossed her arms and I could feel her annoyance fill the vast garage. Now that I could see the room in more detail, I saw one sports car at the far end of the three-car garage, a Maserati. Other than that, it was clear of any other clutter or man-toys. For some reason, now that I was with her, my brain was coming up blank. All I really wanted was to be in her presence. To smell her and touch her skin. I hated all the pretense that our history came with. But, if there was no chase when it came to Rosabella, I don’t think I’d be as enchanted with her.
    The sound of a foot tapping echoed through the large garage.
    “I came here to apologize, Rosa.”
    She was waiting. It was fucking adorable.
    “How we left it … how I left US was not okay.”
    “No, it wasn’t,” her voice was like ice. It hurt me more than I realized to hear her displeased with me. I wanted to comfort her, to let her see that I wasn’t the same stupid boy that had abandoned her to join the marine corps. My mind wandered back to the nights where I laid in my cot in Afghanistan, thinking of her. Only her. As much as I wanted to rid myself of Rosabella, everything in my being wanted her.
    “I was stupid and childish for making a move when I knew I was joining the military.”
    “No!” A finger jutted into my chest. “You were stupid and childish for falling off the face of the earth!” I could sense her anger as her voice shook.
    “Not only did you leave me, but you just DISAPPEARED. You didn’t even try to write, skype or anything.”
    She crossed her arms and turned away from me, pain filling her voice. She kept talking before I could get a word in.  
    “I finally thought a man had taken REAL interest in me for who I was. Instead, you took my first kiss and threw it away like it was a piece of trash.”
    “I’m here to make that right.” I stepped closer to her, hands reaching for her