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After a bomb blast ended her career with the military, Alice Liddell arrives at a veterans’ retreat in hopes of healing. The last person she expects to stumble upon is pro-football quarterback Micah Palmer. Even more surprising, she forms a friendship with this fellow lost soul.
Since his injury a year ago, Micah Palmer has struggled with addiction and recovery. He agrees to volunteer at the veterans’ retreat for good PR but after meeting Alice, his attention shifts from his own needs to helping her. When he begins training with Alice for the approaching football season, he discovers the challenge benefits them both.
While Micah works to break down her defenses, Alice is determined never to lose her heart. But the charming football star might be the one man strong enough to ensure she no longer has to take on life alone.
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Micah studied the multitude of scars covering the right side of her body. They didn’t detract from how smoking hot she looked in a bikini. Her scars were part of what made her special. The pain lingering from her injuries was the one thing he wished he had the ability to take away.
Alice lifted the phone to her ear. “Hello.” After a brief silence, she lowered slowly onto the deck chair, her body stiffened and her face grew pale. “Where did it happen? Yes, email me the details. I’ll be there,” she said. “Thanks for letting me know. Stay safe. Bye.” When the call ended, Alice set down her phone and looked past Micah.
Her eyes were flat and expressionless. “What’s the matter?” He exited the pool and sat on the chair beside her. “Who was that?”
“A friend who’s still in the service. She called from a base overseas to tell me one of our CST sisters was KIA yesterday. Gail was out on a mission, and the team came under fire. She took five bullets.” A sob escaped her mouth.
“I’m so sorry.” Meaningless words were not enough, but he had no idea what else to say. Her pain ripped through him. After a minute of crying, Alice pulled back her emotions.
“Her body will be flown back to the states for burial.” She leaned forward and cupped her head in her hands. “I’ll need time off to go to the funeral.”
“Take all the time you need.” He had no problem with her leaving but didn’t want her going alone. “I’ll come with you.”
Straightening, she shook her head. “You don’t have to do that. Gail’s won’t be my first military funeral.”
He firmly held her hand, which felt like ice. “You’ve done so much for me. Let me do something for you.”
“You don’t have to…”
“I want to.”
She lifted her gaze, and a single tear fell, landing on his hand covering hers. Micah used his thumb to wipe off the dampness from her cheek. Seeing her hurting gave rise to a fierce protectiveness—a feeling stronger than anything he’d ever felt. Unfortunately, his physical strength couldn’t fight off her grief. He’d need to dig deeper. “I know you’re capable of taking on the world, but what I’m saying is, from now on, you don’t have to do it alone.”
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