Chapters (41)
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Table of Contents
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- Also by Annie Groves
- About Annie Groves
- About the Publisher
She gave a little sigh as she recalled the polite but firm way he had said goodnight, looking at her as if he longed to take her in his arms and kiss her, but knowing he mustn’t go too far too soon. He cared for her feelings like that and she respected him for it. Next time maybe he would—
‘Something wrong, Nancy?’ asked Sarah.
Damn, thought Nancy, Sarah noticed everything and never cut her any slack. ‘No, no,’ she said, wafting her hand in front of her face, ‘just a bit hot in here. Stuffy with so many people, you know.’
‘Perhaps you should go out in the yard for some fresh air then,’ said Sarah, clearly not believing her excuse.
‘Perhaps I will an’ all,’ said Nancy, and she broke away from her sister and little niece. It was the perfect excuse. Now she could take a breath and have some blissful, uninterrupted moments to consider just what Gary might suggest the next time they met, and what she might agree to. There really wasn’t a much better way of spending a sunny afternoon. She leant against the back wall and gave herself over to the delicious memories of last night, and even more delicious ideas about what might happen next. If only she was careful this time, and didn’t let the likes of Sarah suspect what she was up to, she had the feeling that this relationship could go very well indeed. Gary wasn’t like the young American men she usually met, or local lads like Stan Hathaway, who’d led her on only to let her down. No, he was mature, a man of the world, who was tough but gentle, and who appreciated her like nobody else did.
Back inside she could hear the piano start up, which must mean that they’d persuaded Eddy to give them a tune. He was the best of them; he got his musical abilities from Pop. There was the sound of Kitty singing – they’d all like that. Good, that meant everyone would be watching them and she wouldn’t be missed out here. Because while she knew Eddy could tinkle the ivories with the best of them and Kitty had a lovely voice, it was so much more fun thinking about the strong, protective arms of Staff Sergeant Gary Trenton.