Healing A Hero (The Camerons of Tide’s Way #4) Read Online Free
Author: Skye Taylor
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary, Medical, Family Life, series, Military, Spirituality, Religious, Christian, Inspirational, Single Mother, Bachelor, best friend, Secret Pregnancy, Faith, north carolina, older brother, Forever Love, Single Woman, marine sniper, Clean & Wholesome, Hearts Desire, Patriotic, Cameron Family, Tides Way, Seaside Town, Field Leader, Occupational Therapist, Teenage Daughter, Gunnery Sergeant, Fourteen Years
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He’d been certain about his own feelings, and was pretty sure Elena was in love with him, but he didn’t trust it. She’d been so young. Just beginning to think about what she wanted out of life. So he hadn’t asked for a commitment. He’d promised to stay in touch instead and made plans for Christmas together in Tide’s Way.
Then 9/11 had happened. Everyone’s plans had been thrown into turmoil, and he hadn’t been able to return when he’d promised. Thoughts of her had sustained him through those long months of separation and isolation, but when he’d finally returned stateside eager to make up for lost time, it turned out he’d been the one left behind.
It had taken years to get over her. But he had. He was so over her. So over letting his heart get involved. After the cruel trick Holly had played on him, he’d ached even more to be a husband and a father. He’d wanted to be Elena’s husband and for her to bear his children, but she’d crushed that hope forever.
So why did every nerve in my body come to total alert the instant I heard her voice?
The wounds in his thigh ached, but he ignored the pain and increased his speed. Then realized he’d almost walked right past the building he was seeking. He did an about-face and hurried up the walk and into the building.
He started to reach for the doorknob with his right hand and swore. Then he jerked the door open with his left hand and entered the building.
As he walked down the hall toward his new and hopefully temporary duty assignment, he chafed at the uncomfortable sling supporting his right arm and the fact that he’d be stuck at a desk job until he got this rehab stuff done with. Couldn’t happen soon enough. Being close to that woman without letting on how she affected him was going to be hard. Harder than the actual rehab. He couldn’t let her get to him. Not again.
He squared his shoulders under the stiff new uniform, wishing he’d been able to salvage the old one that had been broken in and comfortable. It would have been a lot easier to get on and button up. He might be willing to let Elena Castillo teach him how to do a hundred other useful things with his left hand, but buttoning his trousers was not one of them. Why couldn’t the Marine Corps put zippers in their pants like the rest of the world?
At least he was finally out of Walter Reed. At Lejeune, he’d be able to visit home more often and reconnect with his family. Of course, he would have had leave time to accomplish that anyway if the MRAP hadn’t set off that mine.
The eerie echo of silence as the armored vehicle slid into the muck of the canal was going to haunt him for the rest of his life. He glanced down at his nearly useless right hand and grimaced. He’d managed to pull all of his men free, but he hadn’t been able to save Corporal Perry and he’d ruined his hand in the attempt. I might never hold a sniper rifle again.
I’m a warrior, not a desk jockey. I’m supposed to be in control.
Until now.
Control over his life and career had been stripped away in those frantic, desperate minutes. Minutes he did everything he could to forget while he was awake. Minutes that haunted his dreams. He’d been hailed as a hero, but he didn’t feel much like one. He still had all his limbs, even if one of them didn’t work the way it should.
And now he’d been assigned to a new therapist he had a history with. A history that was definitely going to make rehab even more hellish than it had been up to now. And if working with Elena Castillo wasn’t bad enough, he was stuck ashore answering to a pissant Captain who, from everything Philip had been able to find out, had never once seen action yet took great pleasure in making sure everyone was aware of his Annapolis ring.
Rehab was going to be a bitch in more ways than one.
The door of the office he sought stood open. He stepped inside, only to find it was a small foyer furnished with only a buzzer, an intercom, and
He’d been certain about his own feelings, and was pretty sure Elena was in love with him, but he didn’t trust it. She’d been so young. Just beginning to think about what she wanted out of life. So he hadn’t asked for a commitment. He’d promised to stay in touch instead and made plans for Christmas together in Tide’s Way.
Then 9/11 had happened. Everyone’s plans had been thrown into turmoil, and he hadn’t been able to return when he’d promised. Thoughts of her had sustained him through those long months of separation and isolation, but when he’d finally returned stateside eager to make up for lost time, it turned out he’d been the one left behind.
It had taken years to get over her. But he had. He was so over her. So over letting his heart get involved. After the cruel trick Holly had played on him, he’d ached even more to be a husband and a father. He’d wanted to be Elena’s husband and for her to bear his children, but she’d crushed that hope forever.
So why did every nerve in my body come to total alert the instant I heard her voice?
The wounds in his thigh ached, but he ignored the pain and increased his speed. Then realized he’d almost walked right past the building he was seeking. He did an about-face and hurried up the walk and into the building.
He started to reach for the doorknob with his right hand and swore. Then he jerked the door open with his left hand and entered the building.
As he walked down the hall toward his new and hopefully temporary duty assignment, he chafed at the uncomfortable sling supporting his right arm and the fact that he’d be stuck at a desk job until he got this rehab stuff done with. Couldn’t happen soon enough. Being close to that woman without letting on how she affected him was going to be hard. Harder than the actual rehab. He couldn’t let her get to him. Not again.
He squared his shoulders under the stiff new uniform, wishing he’d been able to salvage the old one that had been broken in and comfortable. It would have been a lot easier to get on and button up. He might be willing to let Elena Castillo teach him how to do a hundred other useful things with his left hand, but buttoning his trousers was not one of them. Why couldn’t the Marine Corps put zippers in their pants like the rest of the world?
At least he was finally out of Walter Reed. At Lejeune, he’d be able to visit home more often and reconnect with his family. Of course, he would have had leave time to accomplish that anyway if the MRAP hadn’t set off that mine.
The eerie echo of silence as the armored vehicle slid into the muck of the canal was going to haunt him for the rest of his life. He glanced down at his nearly useless right hand and grimaced. He’d managed to pull all of his men free, but he hadn’t been able to save Corporal Perry and he’d ruined his hand in the attempt. I might never hold a sniper rifle again.
I’m a warrior, not a desk jockey. I’m supposed to be in control.
Until now.
Control over his life and career had been stripped away in those frantic, desperate minutes. Minutes he did everything he could to forget while he was awake. Minutes that haunted his dreams. He’d been hailed as a hero, but he didn’t feel much like one. He still had all his limbs, even if one of them didn’t work the way it should.
And now he’d been assigned to a new therapist he had a history with. A history that was definitely going to make rehab even more hellish than it had been up to now. And if working with Elena Castillo wasn’t bad enough, he was stuck ashore answering to a pissant Captain who, from everything Philip had been able to find out, had never once seen action yet took great pleasure in making sure everyone was aware of his Annapolis ring.
Rehab was going to be a bitch in more ways than one.
The door of the office he sought stood open. He stepped inside, only to find it was a small foyer furnished with only a buzzer, an intercom, and
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