Free Letters to Her Soldier by Hazel Gower Page A

perfect white teeth.   “Ready to go.   Just need to grab my backpack. ”
    Speechless, she
nodded as he grabbed her hand and walked over to the baggage carrousel.   She trailed behind him probably looking like a
stunned mullet.   Caleb didn’t let go of
her hand when he grabbed his big backpack, shoved it on one shoulder, and then
pulled her toward the exit.  
    “Where did you
park?”
    Bianca pointed
to her left, not trusting her voice to talk.  
    “Do you still
have the little white sports car?”
    She froze, and
he stopped and looked back at her.   “How
do you know I have a Honda Integra?”
    A huge grin
spread over his face.   “The first picture
I got from Greta was of you with the car your parents bought you.   She told me all about how you corrupted her to
go racing in it. ”
    Bianca watched
his eyes light up as he moved to box her in against the car behind her.
    “That’s not the
best part.   The picture she sent is of
you laid back on your car, posing in only a white bikini. ”
    She gulped, and
thought of the best way to kill her best friend…scratch that, ex-best friend
the next time she saw her.  
    His hungry gaze
traveled up and down her.   “Do you still
have that little white number?”
    Holy crap. “Argh . ” Shit, her voice wouldn’t work.   She
nodded and maneuvered out of his way to power walk to her car, which was in
sight.  
    She heard
chuckling behind her and knew Caleb followed.   Pressing the button to unlock the door, she
almost jogged the last couple of steps before opening the door and getting in.  
    Sitting in her
car, Bianca took a deep relaxing breath.   What the hell was going on? Maybe Caleb had
been away too long.   Afghanistan didn’t
have women for him, did it? He was desperate for female attention.   When he got settled, he’d probably find some
gorgeous woman, but until he got back into the swing of things, he was
practicing on her.
    Bianca debated
for only a moment whether she’d let him use her or not before he got in the car
and chucked his backpack onto the back seat.   He took his hat off, his short jet back hair
and strong face now clear to view.   Hell
yes, she would let him do anything to her, and she would worry about the
consequences to her heart later.  
    He fastened his
seatbelt and smiled over at her.   “They’ve assigned me a house.   I thought we would go there first before we go
anywhere else.   You know where the base
is, don’t you?”
    After clearing
her throat, she croaked out, “Um, yeah.   Sure.   I
know where to go. ”
    Putting the car
into gear, she headed out of the airport car park and paid the toll before
driving the forty minutes to the base.  
    They sat quietly
for the first twenty-five minutes.   Bianca’s mind replayed the kiss and the look
in his eyes as he caged her against the car.   She frowned, thinking about the house he’d
been given.   The Army didn’t give single
men houses. They stayed in the barracks.   “Do you have someone moving in with you?”
    She shot a
glance at him and noticed he’d undone some of his shirt buttons.   Blinking she turned back to the road in time
to brake at the car in front.   “Sorry . ”
    He chuckled.   “Watch the road.   I’ll answer your questions.   I didn’t serve sixteen years in the Army to
die in a car crash. ”
    Bianca bit her
bottom lip, nodded, and focused solely on the road.  
    “I’m hoping to
have someone move in with me very soon.   I just have to convince that person. ”
    “Oh.   Why did you choose to move now?” She was dying
to ask who the person was, but thought it safer to wait to ask until she wasn’t
on the road.
    “I need a rest.   Plus, Greta thinks that I’m getting old, and
that if I keep going the way I am, I’ll fizzle out and no one will want me. ”
    “You’re not that
old.   You’re only nine years older than
me. ”
    “Ten.   I’m ten years older.   You just had your birthday, and I turn
thirty-four