Authors: Lindsay McKenna
Morgan's Wife (2 page)
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LINDSAY
McKENNA
spent
three years serving her country as a meteorologist in the U.S. Navy, so much of her knowledge comes from direct experience. In addition, she spends a great deal of time researching each book, whether it
be
at the Pentagon or at military bases, extensively interviewing key personnel.
Lindsay is also a pilot. She and her husband of twenty- two years, both avid "rock hounds" and hikers, live in
Arizona
.
"Are you about ready?" Morgan
Trayhern
poked his head into the bedroom and looked inquiringly at his wife.
Laura
turned,
the string of pearls Morgan had just given her as a seventh-wedding-anniversary present poised in her hands. She smiled softly, holding the luminescent necklace toward him.
"Will you? It's only fitting." As he stepped into the room, Laura's heart swelled with a fierce tide of love. How had seven years fled by? She watched his usually stoic features relax slightly as she laid the strand in his badly scarred hands. How much Morgan had suffered, Laura thought as she turned her back to him. He had come so far since they'd met on that fateful, rainy day at the
Washington
,
D.C.
, airport.
She closed her eyes as Morgan leaned lightly against her back. He was wearing a suit in honor of the occasion—celebrating over dinner at a posh
Alexandria
restaurant. As he slipped the pearls around her neck, a tiny shiver of expectation accompanied his fingers' gentle path.
"
Mmm
…"
Morgan smiled slightly as he carefully worked the small gold clasp. Laura wore a camellia-scented perfume. Like her, the fragrance was heady, making his senses spin.
"Seven years," he murmured close to her ear as he slid his hands along the expanse of her shoulders. "Can you believe it? I can't." He never would. Laura was his bright, shining dream against the dark, nightmarish world that probably would never completely stop haunting him. Posttraumatic-stress disorder didn't necessarily go away with time—at least his hadn't. Laura had stood by him—and suffered with him—through the gut-wrenching flashbacks. Before Laura, Morgan never could have fathomed a person of such strength and courage that she'd
want
to remain at his side during those tortured times.
Responding to his gentle pressure, Laura leaned against him, feeling his warm breath on the side of her neck as he pressed a kiss against her temple. Her nostalgic glow gave way to more urgent feelings and she eased away just enough to turn in his arms and face him. Placing her hands on his broad shoulders, she smiled up into his serious gray eyes.
"I can."
With a sigh, he brushed a few wayward strands of hair back from Laura's cheek. She wore a simple ivory silk suit that showed off the pearls to perfection. Her blond hair fell in soft waves to her shoulders, arousing in him the urge to tunnel his fingers through its thick, silky mass. His mouth curved ruefully.