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Bridge Series #1
Haunted by the responsibility of caring for her troubled family, Maya Jacobs gave the only answer she could when Cameron asked her to marry him. Years later, entrenched in a soulless professional routine, she distracts herself from the lingering regret of her decision with a “work hard, play hard” lifestyle that guarantees no man will ever find his way into her heart again.
Cameron Bridge has spent the past five years married to the military, trying to escape the painful memory of losing Maya. After fighting his own war in the desert, he starts a new life in New York City, with his siblings, Olivia and Darren, by his side. When fate brings Maya back to him in the heart of a city filled with its own hopes and shadows, can Cameron find the girl he once loved in the woman she’s become?
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I startled at a sudden knock. Only one person could be at my door. I checked the clock again. He was early. I hadn’t expected that. I got up from the bed, tossing my book to the side. My heartbeat sped, and I straightened my white sundress, my one decent looking dress. I pulled the elastic band out of my hair and let it fall loose down my back. I fussed a minute longer until he knocked again. Energy and excitement coursed through me, and I took a deep breath before opening the door.
There he stood, almost too gorgeous to be real. I released the doorknob and found my other hand, twisting my fingers in tremulous anticipation. He looked different. His familiar blue eyes bore into me, but the Texas sun had darkened his olive skin. He appeared at least twenty pounds lighter. The strong lines of his jaw and cheekbones were sharper. Between that and his nearly black hair, trimmed into a short crew cut, he looked older. I should have expected changes in his physical appearance, but an irrational fear tempered the flood of emotion that rushed over me at the sight of him.
Did he still feel the same way? Could he have changed this much on the inside too?
Struggling for the right words, I opened my mouth to speak. His lips quirked into a small smile, setting off a relieved one of my own. He stepped in and caught my fidgeting hands in his, rubbing his thumbs over the white of my knuckles until I relaxed. The warmth in his eyes melted away any lingering fears. I exhaled a shaky breath.
“Come here,” I whispered, still afraid to break the silence and unable to do justice to how overwhelming being in his presence again was.
I stepped back, pulling him after me. He followed and once inside curved his arm around my waist, tightening his hold until we were firmly chest to chest. My body molded to the hard lines of his. My breaths came fast, my entire body responding to his closeness. His bright blue eyes bore into me, locking me in. He traced my lips with the pad of his thumb, his smile fading as he did.
“I missed you so much, Maya. Every day…”
Out of habit, I hooked my hand around his nape. I mourned the overgrown locks that would have tangled between my fingers, but none of that mattered now. Changed or not, he was here. His heart, the heat of his body pressed against me. This was all I’d wanted. My love in the flesh. It all felt like a dream. Maybe I’d wished for him so hard and for so long that somehow he’d come true. The separation had been almost unbearable. I couldn’t—wouldn’t—consider how we’d face it again.
“I can’t believe you’re really here.” My voice wavered.
He feathered his fingertips over my cheek, calming me. I released a tentative breath. I went to kiss him, but before I could meet his lips, he stilled me, gently cupping my cheek.
“I love you,” he whispered, his soft breath dancing on my lips.
My heart twisted, a bittersweet ache pulsing through my chest with each beat. We’d written it, said it so many times, worn it out. The profoundness of those words from his lips, now, nearly knocked me down. My entire being warmed from the inside out. Possessed with a fervency to prove how much I felt it too, I lifted to my toes and kissed him. Our lips met, then our tongues, tangling, teasing, and tasting.
“Maya,” he breathed, breaking our contact with the words.
“What?” I got lost in his eyes, never wanting any of this end. I’d never loved him more. My soul was brimming for everything I felt for this man.