Soldier Jameson Hunter faces the battle of his life, winning the heart of Charlotte Mackenzie, widowed mother of a young recruit.
Charlie pulled her Sonata into the parking space directly in front of the US Army recruiting office. Her hands were sweating, but she pasted a smile on her face and turned to face Evan.
“We’re here,” she said.
“Duh, Ma. What’s your problem?” Evan looked at her, eyebrow raised in question.
“Nothing, just a little nervous I guess. Men in uniform intimidate me.”
“Yeah, right, nothing intimidates you, Ma. You’re the most fearless person I know,” said Evan.
Charlie smiled; glad that her son thought so highly of her, even if his perception wasn’t entirely accurate. She wiped her damp hands on her jeans and reached to open the car door.
The recruiting office was in a typical strip mall. The window displayed the image of a soldier in fatigues and the army slogan “Be all you can Be. In the ARMY!” Taking a deep breath, Charlie pushed the office door open. The office sported two desks, some filing cabinets, a water cooler and uncomfortable-looking molded plastic chairs. The walls were basic white, the decorating scheme consisted of recruiting posters and a framed letter from the president. Obviously, appointed for function, rather than comfort or style, it was about what she had expected. What she wasn’t prepared for was the man sitting behind the desk.
Oh, my. Shoulders a mile wide, dark hair, with just a touch of gray at the temples, sun-bronzed skin over sharp features and eyes so green they practically glowed in his handsome face. Rising to his feet, the personification of Ares extended his hand.
“Warrant Officer Jamison Hunter.” When he spoke, the deep baritone of his voice sent tiny shivers down Charlie’s spine. What the hell was this? This was definitely not the time or place for her long dormant libido to decide to wake up. Pull yourself together girl! This is the man that wants to take Evan away. Remember, he is the enemy.
“Charlotte Mackenzie, Charlie. And I believe you know my son Evan.”
“Pleasure to meet you, ma’am. Please have a seat.”
Okay, Charlie, you can do this, all you have to do is convince a career military man that your son shouldn’t join the army. That shouldn’t be too hard, right?
* * *
An hour later Charlie’s mind spun with information overload. But, one thing was certain, she had a lot to think about. CWO Hunter seemed to sense Charlie’s trepidation.
“Evan, would you mind letting me speak to your mother a moment in private?” Jameson asked.
“Yes, Sir.” Turning to his mother Evan said, “I’ll wait for you in the car.”
Charlie wanted to refuse. She had enough to think about already and she didn’t need the added distraction of CWO Hunter interfering with her thought processes. But, one look at the excitement and anticipation on her son’s face and she nodded her agreement.
Jameson Hunter stared at the beautiful woman in front of him. A compact bundle of curves, with glistening red hair that brushed against her chin in a subtle sway and eyes as blue as the Caribbean, Charlie was everything that revved his engine in a woman. He knew she had concerns about Evan joining the army, but at the moment all he could think about was the woman, not her son. Keep it in your pants boy, he scolded himself. Maybe he could kill two birds with one stone and make a date with the delectable Charlie. Then he would have the chance to get to know her better and help allay her concerns about the army. Yeah, that could work.