Forget Me Never by Sable Hunter (books successful people read txt) 📗

would arrive, other than it would be in the evening.  So she did everything she could think of and sat down to wait. Despite all they had discussed and shared, Savannah couldn’t help but begin to doubt he would come at all.  What if their emails and love notes had just been a way for him to pass the time?  So, here she was – al dressed up and nowhere to go.

Maybe, if she sat down and rested for a few minutes, she could calm down.  The first thing she was going to do was hug Patrick tight, kiss him and let him know how amazing he was.  It still boggled her mind that he didn’t care one whit who her parents were or what disease they had suffered from.  Not that he didn’t have sympathy for them, he did.  Now there were drugs to control Hansen’s disease, but since time immemorial, leprosy had been feared and associated with immorality and judgment for sin.  Due to that age-old misconception, Carville became one of the most mysterious and misunderstood places in the world.

Minutes past, then an hour and soon it was all she could do to hold her eyes open.   Maybe she could lie down and rest for just a few minutes. . . .

*****

Patrick had been unavoidably detained.  Rasib had asked for a meeting in Kabul, and he had decided it was too important to miss.  He had been right.  Now he had the evidence in hand.  Lucas had sold out mission details that had resulted in the deaths of a half dozen Marines.  Now all he had to do was get it into the right hands.  It was going to be tricky, however.  Bringing down your commanding officer was not without risks.  But the good of the country and the safety of his fellow Marines demanded it.

His intention had been to surprise Savannah, but now he was sorry that he hadn’t kept her informed all along the way.  “We’re almost there, Girl.  It’s only nine o’clock.  She’ll still be up.”  Ciara sat calmly beside him. She had grown into a beautiful dog, and she would die for him in a heartbeat – of that he had no doubt.  It had been necessary for Patrick to pull a few strings to get her approved to bring stateside, but he had done it gladly.  This dog was special.  He laid his hand on her front legs and she licked him.

This part of St Martin parish was unfamiliar to him, but soon he found the farm to market road that led to Savannah’s house.  The night wasn’t dark, a blue moon lit up the sky.  And even though the trees were thick through this part of the state, every once in a while he could see a glimpse of the bayou gleaming through the underbrush.  Savannah had said her home sat on the banks of the Teche.

What looked to be a bat swept out of the night sky and danced in front of his headlights.  For a microsecond, Patrick tensed, almost a knee-jerk reaction.  Living around flying shrapnel and enemy snipers had stolen his peace.  God, he was glad to be back in the states.  He couldn’t say he was glad to be back home, because he hadn’t lived in his apartment long enough to miss it.  Since he had found Savannah, she had been his focus.  Truthfully, he had come home to her.  Tomorrow he would head over to see his grandfather.  Savannah might want to go with him.  He hoped sonded it.&n His grandfather would love her.

With a pounding heart, Patrick watched the odometer; he had to be getting close.  “It’s right around here somewhere, Ciara.  We ought to be coming up on her driveway.”  A pale yellow mailbox shone in the distance.  “There it is.”  Turning off the road, he pulled through an open gate.  Patrick couldn’t help but appreciate the beauty of Savannah’s home.  It wasn’t large at all, but it looked welcoming.

“The lights are on, Ciara.  That’s a good sign.”

Patrick got out of his Dodge truck and stretched his legs. Normally, the flight time plus the layovers would have him dead on his feet.  This time, however, a combination of anticipation, lust and sheer excitement over reuniting with Savannah had his cock semi-erect and his mind whirling with things he wanted to say to her.

Later he would appreciate the view, but tonight there was something else he’d rather feast his eyes on.  “Come on, Girl.”  The lab jumped out and stood by him.  She was always on guard for him.  Taking the steps two at a time, they reached the door and he tapped lightly. And waited.  He tapped again, a little harder.  Checking through the glass, Patrick could see that the interior lights were on, too.  But Savannah wasn’t coming to the door.  Assured of his welcome, he tested the door knob.  It was open, so man and dog entered the strange new place.

“Savannah!  Honey?  It’s Patrick.”  God, something smelled good!  The warmth and coziness of her home beckoned for him to sit down and rest, but he was more interested in finding its owner.  “Savannah!”  He wasn’t yelling, but speaking in a normal tone of voice.  Scaring her was not his intent.  Walking into the living area, he saw a grouping of two couches flanking a small fireplace.  A breathy little sigh caused him to look over the back of the sofa closest to him. There she was.  She was lying on her side with her head on her arm. Her dress was twisted under her and had ridden up so that he had an unobstructed view of the most beautiful pair of legs he had ever seen.  They were smooth and tanned and imminently touchable.  All Patrick could think about was the fantasy that he had penned for her – the one she said had made her cum over and over again.  Now was his chance to make it come true.

Shedding his