Every day Rip Rockwell fights the guilt—the guilt that he survived the war when his best friend did not—and the shell shock. Both of which refuse to let him return to a normal civilian life. When he meets a beautiful young woman in his new neighborhood, he fights his feelings for her too. After all, he doesn't deserve to be happy when it's his fault his best friend died.
Deborah Walker gave her heart to a man who disappeared in war-torn Korea. While she wants to keep her promise to wait for him, she also has no idea whether he survived the battle that rendered him MIA. When a handsome veteran moves in next door, she denies her growing attraction to him, especially since his very presence reminds her of the man she's already lost.
Can Rip and Deborah find a way to heal together, or are they destined for an endless series of heartbreaks?
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She came close and he could feel her breath on his face. He considered leaning in for a kiss, but something told him the time wasn’t right just yet. Instead, he did as he was told and kept his eyes firmly shut.
“Good. Now take off your shirt and pants,” she instructed.
He chuckled. “Will you close your eyes?”
“Of course not. Somebody’s gotta make sure you keep yours closed. Besides, I've already seen …well, you know what happened this morning. Now off with your pants, let’s have them.”
Rip again did as he was told, and Deborah’s laughter stopped abruptly as he slipped his linen shirt off and over his head. He wondered if she was looking at his scars, but he didn’t want to ruin the lightheartedness of this moment by taking them back to that dark place. “Okay, now what?”
Deborah tugged him by the arm. “Trust me, okay?”
He swallowed hard. “Okay.”
“On the count of three, we’re going to jump. It’s about a fifteen foot drop, but the water is plenty deep. You’ll love it, I promise.”
Rip had never much cared for heights, but the war had toughened him. Besides he liked Deborah too much to say no, especially now that they were each dressed only in their undergarments.
She let go of his right hand, but continued to cling to his left. “Take three steps forward.” She paused and waited for him. “Okay, one more.”
He took another small step toward the cliff’s edge.
“Okay, one and a half… Perfect. Are you ready?”
“Yep.” His heart banged in his chest, whether from the thrill of the jump before him or the simple joy of being near to Deborah, he couldn’t say for sure. Whatever the reason, he liked it. He liked it a lot.
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French
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Italian
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Portuguese
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Translated by Ligia Fonseca
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Spanish
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Ana Popielnicki
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