The Soldier's Legacy

Still, as noble and selfless as Stephen had been, it had hardly been fair for him to leave a wife and three children to grieve him, to cope without him.

Trevor had his own reasons for staying single since losing Lindsey, though he didn’t like to take them out and examine them often. But what about Jade? As fiercely independent as she came across, wouldn’t it be convenient for her to have a partner in raising her children, even if it couldn’t be their own father? Or was it that Jade had never found anyone who could measure up to the larger-than-life hero she’d loved and lost?

He and Jade fell into silence for a while. It struck him again how comfortable he was sitting quietly in the dark with her. Sliding a sideways glance at her, he couldn’t help noticing her long, bare legs as she relaxed on the patio lounger, the soft swell of her breasts as she breathed in the crisp night air. Okay, so maybe not entirely comfortable, he thought with a rueful shift in his seat. And that underlying discomfort was the part that gave him pause.

She must have sensed him looking her way. She turned her head again. “How’s your leg?”

He cleared his throat. “Better, thanks.”

“You’ve been up on it a lot today.”

“I’ve been using the crutches. Keeping my weight off the knee.”

“That’s good.”

“I’m going in to the office for a few hours tomorrow. I’ve got a couple meetings that are fairly important, and I told Tamar there was no need to reschedule them.”

“You’re planning to drive?”

“I’m calling for a ride. It’s probably best if I give it another couple days before I get behind the wheel.”

“I won’t advise you not to overdo it,” she said with a soft laugh. “I’m sure Mary Pat and Tamar will take care of that.”

He heaved a heavy sigh. “Very likely. And thanks for the vote of confidence in my ability to take care of myself.”

“Well, as I mentioned before—”

He grinned and completed the sentence for her. “I’m a grown-ass man.”

Laughing again, she nodded. “Exactly.”

He couldn’t help it. He had to touch her, if only lightly. He reached out to brush her cheek with the backs of his fingers. Her skin was soft, smooth, cool. His mind flooded with a variety of ways to warm her, making his entire body tighten in response to the images. “I’ve enjoyed having you here, Jade.”

He felt her go still, making him question if he’d overstepped. But then she reached up and touched his hand. “I’ve enjoyed being here.”

He had intended the contact to be brief. Casual. Friendly, nothing more.

Instead, his hand lingered. His thumb traced the firm line of her surprisingly stubborn jaw, slipped around to touch her full lower lip. As nice as it felt, he could only imagine how sweet it would taste.

Abruptly recalled to his sense of time, place and appropriateness, he dropped his hand. He had no business making overtures that could cause her discomfort while she was a guest in his home. Even if she weren’t reluctantly dependent on his hospitality for now, he wasn’t the type of guy who made uninvited advances.

“It’s getting late,” he said, aware as he spoke that it was a lame comment.

He heard Jade release a breath that might have been a sigh.

“Yes, it is. And I have to get the kids up early in the morning for school.”

“You know Mary Pat will happily help you with anything you need.”

“That’s very thoughtful, but we’ll be fine. I’ve been handling first days of school on my own for quite a while now.”

The hint of stubborn independence in her deliberately cordial tone was becoming very familiar to him. He was getting to know her better with each conversation.

He swung his legs off his chair and reached down for his crutches. He moved toward the house as Jade fell into step beside him. She reached out to steady him when the tip of one crutch slid on a damp spot on the tile. “Okay?”

“Yeah, I’ve got it, thanks,” he said, frustrated by his renewed dependence on the crutches he’d hoped he wouldn’t need again. Okay, so maybe Jade wasn’t the only one who took a bit too much pride in self-sufficiency.

Her hand still rested on his left arm when he reached with his right hand to open the slider, his crutch balanced against him. He paused with his fingers on the door handle, looking down at her to see if there was something else she wanted to say before they went inside.

She met his eyes squarely. “I assume you’re aware that our mothers have decided to try their hands at matchmaking between us. My mom has gone beyond hinting to outright nudging, and every time I’ve seen her lately, your mother has mentioned that you’re an eligible bachelor in need of a suitable mate. She’s made it clear that she’s decided I’m appropriately suitable.”

Where was she going with this? “Uh, yeah, I’ve been on the receiving end of a few of those hints,” Trevor admitted warily, caught off guard again by Jade’s unexpected frankness.

“Just so you know, I’m not a party to that scheme. It has all been concocted by our mothers—probably over wine and cookies,” she added with a wry smile. “I was concerned that us sharing a house, even temporarily and in extenuating circumstances, would get them all wound up about it again, but I let myself be persuaded in a moment of panic.”

She shook her head and continued, “So, anyway, let’s just be clear that I’m not looking for anything more than friendship from you. Or from anyone else for that matter. To be honest, I’m not sure I want to marry again, despite my mom’s encouragement. My kids and I are content with the life we have, and I don’t want to take gambles with their happiness—or my own. Though my marriage was a very happy one, I’ve grown accustomed to being fully independent and I’m in no hurry to change that.”

Trevor didn’t know if her clarifications were a result of his touch or something she’d read in his face, but the last thing he wanted was for her to be uncomfortable with him. He’d keep his hands to himself from now on. And maybe he should avoid being alone with her like this again, as pleasant as it had been. He had to admit he’d miss these starlit interludes, though.

“I never considered that you were party to our moms’ plotting,” he assured her. “Nor am I, by the way. I don’t really see myself as either husband or father material these days. It’s not something I’ve even considered much since Lindsey died,” he added awkwardly. He saw no need to go into his frequent musings about the cruel vagaries of fate—or his cowardice in not wanting to open himself up to loss again. “And your logic makes perfect sense. I can see where it would be complicated for you, bringing someone into the kids’ lives who might only be there a short time, just long enough to disrupt the obviously happy home you’ve created for them.”

Especially if, as he suspected, Jade couldn’t help measuring every man she met against her late husband.

She looked pleased that he understood. “We’re agreed, then.”

“Agreed.”

“We wouldn’t want to do anything to whip our mothers into even more of a frenzy when neither you nor I are interested in their schemes.”

He laughed softly at her wording. “True.”

Something about the way she smiled then made his throat close. “So don’t take this the wrong way...” She rose on tiptoes to speak softly against his lips, “Let’s just call it curiosity.”

After a startled moment, he responded eagerly.

The kiss was light, carefully restrained. Just an exploratory meeting of lips, a brief, testing sample. Jade tasted exactly as he’d expected—sweet, with just a touch of spice beneath. Had it not been for the resented crutches, he’d have moved closer to prove that the rest of her felt as good against him.

His right crutch fell with a clatter when he reached out almost unconsciously to follow through on that impulse. The sound jolted him to his senses. Sighing, Trevor lifted his head, reluctantly breaking off the kiss.

“Okay, now that we have that out of the way,” Jade murmured, and though her tone was teasing, she looked slightly shaky. She reached down to scoop up his crutch before he could bend for it, then handed it to him. “Good night, Trevor. Thank you again for all you’ve done for us.”

That changed his smile into a frown. Gratitude was not something he wanted from Jade, though he wasn’t prepared to carry that line of thinking any further.

She went inside without looking back at him. After a moment, he followed. As he locked up and turned off the lights, he wondered how much sleep he’d get that night. Something told him he’d be all too aware of the intriguingly unpredictable woman sleeping only one floor above him. Why had she kissed him? She’d made it clear she wasn’t interested in a relationship with him, and he believed her. He didn’t think the gesture had been out of gratitude—at least, he sincerely hoped not. Had it truly been just an impulse?

He supposed he should stop overthinking it. It had been nothing more than a light kiss in the moonlight—perhaps, as Jade had hinted, fueled by little more than curiosity. And it had been nice. Very nice, indeed.

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