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“Soon, honey. I hope very, very soon.”
If only Zack would think of the children and stop placing himself in danger.
She glanced at Nick. He wouldn’t change, either, and she could never ask him to be anything other than the brave man he was. Nick was good and strong and determined to make a difference.
She had to stop blaming him for hurting her in the past. He’d chosen a path that didn’t include her, but it was a noble and honorable path. She shouldn’t blame him for choosing it over her. As soon as the danger had ended, he’d return to Fort Rickman and the military. Future deployments and assignments around the world would take him far from Lassiter and far from Lizzie. That was the reality she needed to accept. No matter how much she wished their reunion could grow into a relationship, her time with Nick would be short-lived.
She needed to steel her heart. Nick Fontaine would walk out of her life again.
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Nick enjoyed watching Mary Grace eat breakfast. She followed the oatmeal with dried fruit and laughed when it stuck to her teeth.
“I need to brush,” she said after swallowing the last bit of dried banana.
“My mistake,” Nick said with a chuckle. “I forgot to include toothbrushes or toothpaste in with the supplies.”
“Daddy says I need to set a good example for Joey.”
As if hearing his name, the little guy opened his eyes. He looked as confused as Mary Grace had been when she’d first awakened.
Lizzie moved closer and smiled down at him. “Morning, Joey. We’re camping out—it’s an adventure! Would you like some breakfast?”
He nodded his head, sat up and smiled at Nick.
“Hey, Sport. Did you sleep well?”
Again the nod. He stretched his arms above his head and then reached for Lamb, still buried within the sleeping bag.
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