The war has begun
What happens when two veterans, who are both fighting their demons, hook up? Does the fire between them fuel the intimacy? Or does it leave all bridges burned?
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https://www.amazon.com/Out-Limb-Veteran-Affairs-Book-ebook/dp/B00OVFW9VS/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8
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“Hey,” I heard a raspy deep voice from behind me say. I turned around and saw the mystery man standing behind me. I smiled politely.
“Hey.”
“Can I treat you to this round,” he said gesturing at the coffee machines in front of us. I wasn’t expecting him to ever speak, let alone to me, “Maybe sit down and get to know one another better?” He was stuttering over his own words.
“Sorry, I can’t, but…” I began to say
“Shallow bitch,” he snarled, “Just because I have a disability, you shoot me down,” I looked him from the top of his head down to his…. prosthetic leg. I had seen it before with its decorative American flag and eagle design. I hadn’t seen it as a disability though. The fact that he thought I did was insulting. I’ve been called a lot of things in my life, but never shallow.
“Your…”
“Think just because I have a fake leg that I’m less of a man!” He was now drawing attention from those in the coffee shop. They were staring in horror at us. I finally had enough.
“Your disability had nothing to do with why,” he seemed surprised by the words that flew out of my lips harshly. “In fact, your ‘leg’,” I said throwing up air quotation marks, “makes you more man than all the men in here! Now if you excuse me, I need to get to work,” I stormed out of there before he could get another word in edgewise.
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**Another Peek**
“Come here, Aughbreigh,” he said gesturing me towards him. Without thought, I walked towards him. He grabbed me from behind my knees and pulled me against his face. His face now rested on my stomach, “Thank you.”
“What? A thank you from Mr. Timmons,” he laughed against me. I couldn’t help but wrap my arms around him. He looked up at me and grinned.
“Don’t tell Martin,” I raised an eyebrow, “Jim.”
“Oh. That’s right, you two are good friends.”
“You can say that,” he moved fast and I was now sitting on his lap.
“Smooth. Real smooth,” I laughed. He laid his head on my shoulder and gently kissed my neck. I wanted to swoon right then, “Like this with all the ladies,” I asked laughing. He sat up quickly and looked me in the eye.
“No,” he was angry by my words. If looks could kill, I would have died on the spot.
“Sorry,” I said holding up my hands in surrender. He growled under his breath and sat me on the couch next to him. Me and my big mouth, “I was just teasing.”
“No, you weren’t,” he said facing forward, “I have enough stereotypes about me without someone thinking I’m a pervert or some shit.” I stood up and made my way back towards my room, “Sure walk away, everyone else does,” I stopped walking and faced him.
“First of fucking all, I’m not like everyone else. Seconds of all, I need some god damn clothes. So, if you can manage, stay the hell where you are until I return,” I slammed my bedroom door.
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