burn marks on it. Heart still pounding, he rolled onto his side and showed it to her.
She blinked, clearly not understanding. “What is it?”
“My release form. I was going to send it tomorrow. Usually it takes three months from the time you put it in, but they’ve told me they’ll let me go immediately. Special conditions.”
She stared at it. Then she stared at him. “You’re leaving the Army?” He nodded. “But what will you do?”
“I’ve been thinking about writing. I’ve always read a lot of military historical novels. I might try that, or even write text books for schools.” He shrugged. “I’ll think of something.”
“But what if you get your memory back?” Her voice was small. “If you remember being in the Army, you’ll miss it.”
“Rose,” he told her gently, “I had two things on me when I got blown up. They found them in my combat jacket and gave them to me when I came around.” He smiled at her blank stare. “I’d already filled the form in. I was going to leave anyway. I think I was coming home to you.”
A tear ran down her cheek. “How...how did you know it was because of me?”
“Because of the other thing they found on me.”
He rolled back to the cabinet and retrieved another item. Turning back to her, he held it out on his palm. A velvet jewelry box.
She took it from him, flipped it open, and gasped. “It’s the ring!”
“I know.”
“The one you gave me before.”
“Yes. Apparently, I kept it on me at all times. I couldn’t remember who I’d bought it for. I didn’t know if I’d planned to propose to someone, or if I had and she’d turned me down.” He smiled wryly. “Turns out it was the latter.”
Wonder filled her eyes. “You were going to leave the Army for me?”
“Looks that way.” He sighed as she covered her mouth with a hand. “Don’t cry. This is supposed to be a happy moment.”
“I am happy,” she squeaked.
“Come here.” He took her in his arms and kissed her hair. “I think I may struggle to get down on one knee, so I hope you don’t mind if I ask you here. Rose Nicholls, will you marry me?”
She nodded, struggling to keep in her emotion. “Yes. I love you!”
“I love you too, honey. And no matter what happens in the future, whether my memory comes back or not, I will always love you.”
She dissolved into a flood of happy tears. Hamish lay back and held her tightly. A huge wave of relief swept over him. When he’d first awoken in the hospital and found out he’d lost his leg, he’d contemplated ending it all, convinced his life was over and that nobody—personally or professionally—would be interested in him again. But then a nurse had given him the form and the ring, and he’d realized maybe he had a reason to carry on.
His lack of memory was irrelevant, he understood at last. The here and now were what mattered, along with the decisions they made together in the future.
And now he had Rose, the future shone bright as the summer sun.
About the Author
Serenity Woods lives in the sub-tropical Northland of New Zealand with her wonderful husband and gorgeous teenage son. She writes fun, emotional, and sexy romances in a variety of romantic sub-genres. She’s won several writing competitions and is a member of the Romance Writers of New Zealand. She would much rather immerse herself in reading or writing romance than do the dusting and ironing, which is why it’s not a great idea to pop round if you have any allergies. You can check out all her books at http://www.serenitywoodsromance.com .
Enjoy this excerpt from An Uncommon Sense, Book 1 in the Sensual Healing series by Serenity Woods, from Samhain Publishing.
Chapter One
“You are going to have wild, passionate, swear-out-loud sex with the next man who walks through the door.” Mia read the prediction aloud from the astrology section of her magazine.
“Even if I did believe the position of the stars could tell my future,
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