His Hometown Girl

Even their temporary truce, called when they’d given in to their feelings, had ended badly. She’d disappeared from his life for ten years. And now she looked ready to quit again. It was what he wanted. So why, then, did he suddenly wish she’d stay?

He pressed his forehead to hers, but she jerked away. “Please believe me. I’m not out to get you. I meant it when I said this isn’t business, it’s personal. I’m fighting for my life. Mine and others’.”

Suddenly her face regained its composure. If anything, she looked stronger and more beautiful than ever. She took his breath away.

“So am I, Daniel,” she said after a long moment. “So am I.”

He started to ask her what she meant, whose life she fought for, but she held up a finger and the words dissolved on his tongue.

“You’re right. It isn’t just business. It’s personal. Like you said, this is war, and I’m in it for the long haul.”

And with that she grabbed her keys, unlocked her car and roared into the night, leaving him with thoughts and emotions as scrambled as the dust cloud she left behind.

Despite his turmoil, however, he grinned. The old Jodi was back. She drove him crazy, but he’d rather have a clean, honest fight with the firecracker he remembered than mince words with one of those polished suits he’d feared she’d become.

He stared down at the rose she’d left behind, then tossed it skyward. When it returned, he snatched it out of the air and tucked it into his pocket.

“Now, that’s my girl.”

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