Free Found (Captive Heart #2) by Carrie Aarons Page B

about them and our downfalls in counseling. I know when he needs to talk about something, and when he’d rather not discuss it. He tries to be more positive with me, but I also try to let him sit in his moods if he needs it. We are finally becoming partners, a real husband and wife who deal with things together.
    He met Jackie finally, to her delight. She peppered him with so many questions about me as a child that it made him comfortable. I hadn’t seen him smile that much since he’d been home. And I thanked God for sending me a friend who was so amazing.
    Our three year wedding anniversary rolled around, and Tucker brought home a cheesecake that he had actually gone to a local bakery himself and picked up. We ate our slices of Oreo goodness in our underwear, in bed, after a marathon of sex. We’d even broken out the new champagne glasses I’d bought, the bubbles for me and sparkling grape juice for him.
    And one of the best, sexy parts of my husband being home? Sexy texting during work hours.
    Do you know how fucking hot it is to see you in those lacy little things you like to wear?
    I smile at his message. He’s really gotten the hang of this whole sexting thing since we got him a cellphone again.
    What, you don’t miss the ratty old sweats from Camp Marsh?
    My phone pings with his response.
    I like the lacy things. But I do miss plunging into you in the middle of the quiet, desolate campgrounds. We may have to have a repeat one of these days. ;)
    Oh God, he hit me with a wink face! I had to admit though, I missed our Camp Marsh days sometimes too. It was so much simpler then, as complicated as the situation was. We were alone. No pressure from society or jobs or people. We were free to love each other and do exactly what we wanted to.
    I sneak to the bathroom down the hall and into a stall. I open my camera app and snap a quick picture as I lift up my blouse. He’s going to love the gray demi bra I have on today. Lace all the way through. You can make out my nipples in the picture.
    I don’t even have to wait two seconds for his response.
    Fuck, baby. Are you trying to kill me? I’m up here on a roof and my cock is so hard, it might weigh me down to the ground.
    Giggling, I type back. If anyone else is in this bathroom, they’re going to think I’m insane.
    And who says you’re that big? Cocky are we?
    Tucker messages me back.
    You’re going to pay for that one tonight.
    I hope I do.

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    F our days later and we’re sitting at the table, enjoying a Sunday morning breakfast of spinach omelets that I whipped up. I’m scrolling through my Facebook timeline and Tucker has the local paper’s sports section spread across the table.
    We really are like a normal couple now. Ignoring each other even though we’re sharing a meal.
    I look up to see Tucker staring at my wrist. The one with the tattoo of our baby’s birthday.
    When he feels my gaze on his face, he looks up. “I want to take you somewhere today.”
    I can’t hide my shock well. He’s barely wanted to leave the house despite the fact that we’re really good in our marriage right now. He only goes to work, counseling, and NA meetings. I’ve been wanting to go on a real live date so badly, but I didn’t want to push him.
    “I would love to go anywhere with you. Plus, it’s a beautiful day.”
    Early May in Lancaster is always gorgeous. The flowers are in bloom the sun is shining. I couldn’t think of a more perfect way to spend a Sunday than with my husband doing something he’s planned for me.
    “Good. Go get ready. And put on some walking shoes, you’re going to need them.”

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Tucker
    “ W here are we going ?” Char laughs as she swings our arms, my hand holding hers.
    It’s a beautiful spring day, warm enough that we don’t even need coats or sweaters. I steer us down the street away from our condo, and how amazing is it that I’m referring to it as the place we live now. Since the night I made love to Char on the hardwood,