Hot for the Ranger (Hot for Heroes #8) - Ember Flint Page 0,16
a Sergeant in the Rangers and five days ago, after we made love all night long he left me and our country behind to go fulfill his duty.
My heart was sleeping before I met him and now it’s gone, somewhere in the Middle East with him.
He promised he would call as soon as he could or at least text, but this is day five and I’ve heard nothing yet.
I tried to call myself, but it’s like his phone is switched off or something, I keep getting his voicemail and I’m too chicken to actually leave a message.
I feel empty and sad and Veronica isn’t helping by continuously poking fun at me and making me doubt myself and what Wyatt and I shared.
And it’s not like I don’t understand how people might think it’s insane to be so in love with someone after just one week, but I don’t care, I just can’t help how I feel and I don’t even want to, to be honest: I’ve never felt as complete, myself and happy as I did while Wyatt was with me, there’s no way I’m wrong about it.
But then, if you’re right, how come he hasn’t called?
A little voice whispers in my head.
I hate that voice, it’s the voice of all my fears and doubts, the voice that tells me Veronica could be right, the voice that tells me I’m too big, too shy, too unsociable, too ordinary, too everything to be loved, especially by someone like Wyatt who is handsome and worldly and older and a real hero.
I don’t want to believe this part of myself is right, it’s just too painful.
I’ve been back in Jacksonville only for a couple of days. I lingered in Plumeria after Wyatt and Jonny left, I just wasn’t ready to say goodbye to the town that completely changed my life and my soul yet. To tell the truth, I also wasn’t too jazzed at the idea of facing Veronica and her spite, not that I don’t know how to tell her where to stick her unwanted opinion, but I just didn’t want to hear her make fun of something so important to me.
Wyatt and I spent that entire first night wide-awake, cuddled together on the sand just talking and stayed there until the sun came up, then we went into the B&B to change and shower with plans of meeting up to have breakfast in an hour.
When I got upstairs Veronica was already there, angrily packing her stuff and breaking things that didn’t belong to any of us like it had gone out of style.
She was in a horrible mood and eating the proverbial sour grapes because in the end, her online creeper also turned out to be an asshole —I know, shocking— and left her after he got what he had come for.
She insisted we needed to get going immediately and when I told her I wanted to stay, probably even extend my vacay to an entire week because I had met someone special, she looked at me like I had lost my mind and told me as much.
She agreed to remain long enough to meet Wyatt and once she did, she took a long, hard look at him and then without saying a word, left the dining room and asked me to go to the restroom with her. There she proceeded to tell me what she thought, that there was no way in hell that someone looking as hot as my Wyatt does, would really want anything to do with someone chubby and frumpy like me.
Usually, her crap doesn’t touch me this deep, but that hurt. I told her as much and that there was no reason for her to take her frustration out on me.
She stomped out telling me I would come to regret my decision to stay in Plumeria and be with Wyatt and that she wouldn’t be available to pick up the pieces when it happened, like she would know how to do something as kind as offering comfort.
I told her I would take my chances and see where this thing with Wyatt went and I’m so very glad I did, but the clock is ticking and the days are passing and Wyatt hasn’t called yet.
Is he thinking of me right now?
Does he miss me as I miss him? Does he feel like someone ripped a hole into his very soul like I do?