Welcome Home, Daddy
Drew stood outside Grace's door, shifting from foot to foot. He wondered if the bouquet of mixed flowers was overkill.
He shrugged, then winced at the dull throb in his shoulder. A reminder of shrapnel that had mercifully missed all major organs, along with his body armor.
What if she was married and her husband answered the door? Drew would feel foolish, but at least he'd have a clear conscience. Thoughts of Grace had both sustained and haunted him in the Middle East.
Besides, Kat would have told him if Grace had someone in her life, wouldn't she?
Maybe that's why her voice had sounded a bit strangled when he'd called. He'd gotten the distinct impression she'd been surprised to hear from him. Even more surprised that he was asking for Grace's new phone number so long after their blind date. Kat had refused, offering instead to give a message to her friend.
When a week passed and he hadn't heard anything, he'd bought her contact information online for the low price of nine ninety-five. Ten bucks and a few minutes later, he'd found her. Annie Grace Marsh.
The door opened.
"You're early, Kat—"
"Grace." It was the only word he could choke out. The real ... read full excerpt from: Welcome Home, Daddy ebook
