After two of his buddies found love through the militaryโs matchmaking program, Lucas Craiger decides to give it a shot. Heโs not necessarily looking for love, just companionship and a kind, reliable stepmom for his young son. When heโs assigned to his high school sweetheart who shattered his heart, his plan for an uncomplicated relationship becomes acutely complicated.
Riley Thompson signed up for the matchmaking program because she needs a fresh startโand the health insurance. She desperately wants to build a life with a man where her autoimmune disease doesnโt define her and she can prove herself. But being matched with Lucas isnโt the new beginning she wanted. Heโs the love of her life she let go when she was first diagnosed.
Lucas is determined to make the most of this second chance with Riley, but when his custody battle heats up, his new marriage isnโt the only relationship in jeopardy.
I yank the door open to the three-story brick building that stretches across the center of the base and make my way to Captain Reddingโs office on the second floor. My stomach tenses as I trudge down a hallway lined with photos of former commanders. Today was supposed to be my day off, but for whatever reason, Redding needed to speak with me. ASAP. So here I am.
The secretary greets me with a nod as I walk in. The door to my commanding officerโs office is open and he waves me in.
โCaptain Redding. Sir.โ
โAt ease.โ My C.O. places the papers in his hand down onto the big oak desk and leans back in his chair, looking me up and down with his dark eyes as if heโs taking measurements. At fifty, Redding is still intimidating as fuck. Donโt even think Iโve seen the man smile.
Ever.
He gestures to the two chairs in front of his desk. โTake a seat.โ
I ease into the one to my left, plant my feet solidly on the industrial-grade carpet, and wait for my commanding officer to continue. With the day Iโve been having so far, I donโt need a verbal ass whooping to boot, but Iโll take it if I have to. And since my best friend, Anthony Martinez, has been away at officer candidate school, George Redding has yet to find another person to dole out his frustration on. Though, letโs be clear, Martinez was the cause of most of that frustration. I might just be guilty by association.
โHeard great things about your performance. Youโve earned a significant number of duty performance points. Between those, some vacancies, and your test scores, a promotion is in order.โ Redding tapped his pen on the papers in front of him.
Well, fuck. Maybe this day ainโt so bad after all.
โLucas, you work hard. Youโre a good man. Sure, when you and Martinez are together, Stephens may want to run for the hills, but there is a lot of potential in you, son.โ Redding drops his hand to rub his knee beneath the desk. We all pretty much have an injury or two that wonโt ever fully heal. Itโs part of the job. Redding is no exception. Rumor has it he blew the knee out in an op in Afghanistan, pulling a local out of a building that was about to collapse.
โThank you, sir.โ I fight the urge to squirm in my chair. Redding is a man who would sooner swim naked through shark-infested waters than dole out compliments. So, something must be up.
โHowโs time home been treating you so far?โ
And there goes the ray of sunshine. Poof. Like everything else on this rainy day. โSome things going on with my son since my ex-wife moved to Chesapeake with her fiancรฉ. Trying to take care of it while Iโm back home and have some time.โ
Redding nods. โLisaโs a strong woman. A shame things didnโt work out between the two of you. But this job takes us away from our families a lot, so do what you can while you can.โ
I canโt help but glance behind his desk at the framed photo of an older, attractive African-American woman with a younger man and woman in Sunday-go-to-church clothes on either side of her. Smiles light up their faces, and not the fake ones people put on for a picture. True, genuine smiles. Reddingโs walked the walk to keep his family happy.
โYes, sir.โ I shift forward in my chair to stand when Redding raises his hand and signals me to stop. Crap, thereโs more.
He pulls a manila folder from the left side of his desk to sit in front of him and opens it. โBefore you deployed, we had a conversation about you joining the Issued Partner
Program.โ Oh.
Shit.
I chew the inside of my cheek and take a second to collect my thoughts. While deployed, the militaryโs spouse matchmaking program had been an occasional thought, something to keep me focused on the positives, instead of the atrocities I faced when outside the wire. Nothing like imagining who the committee might assign to me to become my wife.
It still baffles my mind on occasion that such a program even exists. But I can understand why the Issued Partner Program was created. With the high divorce rates and some of the shenanigans that occurโlike some idiots marrying their friends to move into better housing and out of the barracksโthe higher ups needed to come up with a way to try and solve the problem. Still not sure why they decided on jumping directly to marriage instead of dating. Most likely operational security had a large part in that decision.
I looked forward to the virtual interviews, chatting with the therapists and social workers about everything from my goals for the next five years to how I liked to spend my R and R time. The program is something I truly believe in too. How could I not when two of my friends found love through it? Iโd seen firsthand the way their partners complemented them in temperament and spirit. Iโd seen the faraway smiles on their faces when they thought about their wives. Overheard the bits and pieces of conversations filled with warmth and laughter and desire and, yes, love. โSir, yes. You recommended me and I signed up.โ
โWell, I also called you in today because a match has been found for you.โ Redding folded his hands across his middle and watched me.
Not the way I was expecting the day to go at all. Nope. What a freaking roller coaster. Instead of the elated feeling I expected at hearing the news Iโd been assigned a match, my hands grow clammy and my heartbeat picks up speed. Redding was right when he said it was a shame my ex-wife and I didnโt work out. She was great for the life. Supportive. Independent. Could handle things on her own. I never had to worry.
Only, our passion died out and even when we tried to fix it, the spark never came back. No amount of date nights, special lotions, or whipped cream in the bedroom could light that fire once it had gone away. Weโd changed. Remained friends. Loved one another. But there was no chemistry anymore. No blushes. No inadvertent caresses. No breath that came fast and hot just from seeing her face. Iโd come back from a mission and instead of falling into bed in a tangle of limbs and lips and hands and hair, Iโd get a honeydo list and a hug. I might have been okay with that, but Lisa decided she neededโdeservedโmore. I couldnโt exactly argue. I believed she did too.
For a while Iโd been satisfied juggling my career as a SEAL and being a father to Mason. It more than filled my days and temporary girlfriends filled the nights I wanted filled. But when Martinez got married and wanted to go home to Inara more than he wanted to hit the bar, I found myself craving a partner once again. Someone to come home to who desired my presence as much as I did to be in theirs.
Shit.
Shouldโve talked to Lisa before I deployed, informed her Iโd signed up for the program. But things had been crazy with her engagement and my pre-deployment training. And a text was not the way to inform my ex-wife of my intentions. Just one more thing to add to the list of ways I let her down.
Not that I mentioned anything to my parents either.
Theyโd been upset over the divorce. Think my momโs been secretly hoping weโd get back together, which is also why I hadnโt told them my ex-wife is engaged to someone. Though, maybe Mason mentioned it to them. But surely if they were aware they would have mentioned something to me.
My gaze falls to the folder on the desk. Blank and smooth, giving no hint at what might lie inside it. Would the woman assigned to me be a good fit? Would we have a great friendship like I had with Lisa and yet be able to keep that spark? Would there even be a spark in the first place? My muscles tense and the corner of my eye twitches. An image of freckles across an upturned nose and honey-blond hair dances through my brain. I push down the old memory from high school, from the girl who had taught me what love is and had then turned around and taught me all about heartbreak.
โLucas?โ
โSorry, sir.โ
โYou turned green for a second there. Are you reconsidering your involvement in the program?โ He tilts his head to one side, appraising my reaction. His furrowed forehead and tight lips are noticeable even within the creases of his sunweathered face, a sight that ratchets up the anxious energy bubbling in my chest.
I clear my throat and straighten in my chair. โNo, sir. Just an old memory. So, the committee assigned someone to me?โ
Redding shuffles through the pages and reads for a second. โSure did.โ
This could be a win-win for me and my son. The program has been mostly successful across the board making matches for people, and having someone at home could benefit Mason. I wouldnโt have to worry what to do if training ran late or if there was a last-minute exercise. Not that I would have this new person taking care of my son right away. Iโd want to make sure I could trust Masonโs wellbeing with her first. And Mason would need time to get used to the idea. At least now the possibility exists for him to live with me a couple of days during the week.
My eye twitches again. Not that I hate Lisa or anything, but the move certainly changed all of our lives. When we lived close to each other, Mason stayed with me on as much of a consistent schedule as could exist with my job because his mom lived a few blocks away. But now, itโs a trek. Yetโ as she has pointed out to me more than onceโshe has to move on with her life. Her world canโt revolve around me, especially when I canโt be present as consistently as I want to be and still do my job.
I fidget in my chair. โUm, sir. Can I see the file? Who is it?โ
Redding picks up the folder and hands it to me across his desk. โSome woman named Riley Thompson.โ
The folder falls through my hands, the papers scattering onto the floor below. No. Fucking. Way.
No way itโs that Riley. Maybe thereโs more than one Ri-
ley Thompson because it would just be the rotten cherry on this crap sundae of a day if it was the Riley Thompson of the freckles-and-golden hair variety, of the ecstasy of first love and the sucker punch of first rejection. It canโt be her. What would she even be doing here? She should be back home in Texas.
But as I bend over and scramble to scoop up the papers, her picture comes into view. My vision tunnels and sweat beads on my forehead. While it may be fifty-five degrees outside, the office temperature must be at least five thousand Kelvin.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath as I sit up, placing the folder in my lap. โSir, is there any possible way the committee could reassign me?โ
Reddingโs lips press together, the lines in his forehead deepen, and his frosty eyes both narrow and become more intense. โThe program isnโt some app you can swipe left on. The committee goes to great lengths to correctly match individuals. What is the problem?โ
What is the problem? How about the fact Riley is the girl who broke my heart in high school? Or the fact sheโs the reason I left town and joined the military. And letโs not leave out she was the first, if not the last, woman to make me wonder what I even had to offer. โRiley isnโt a stranger. I grew up with her and I donโt think weโre a good fit.โ
Redding groans and rubs his hands over his face. โYou donโt have a lot of options here, Lucas. You can get on board. You can reject the match, put yourself back on the wait list, and risk it taking years to find you another matchโ if the program is even around that long. Or you can pull out of the program. And Iโm going to be honest here, son. The committee has determined you and this woman are a good fit. They might not take too kindly to you stating otherwise without even trying, and they might just kick you out of their own accord.โ
He didnโt have to say it, but the inference was clear. Rejecting the match would also mark me as someone who didnโt cooperate, who wasnโt a team player. Not exactly great qualities in a SEAL. Especially after I volunteered for the assignment. All the work that had made Redding talk about promoting me just now could be for nothing. Out the window, as if it had never happened.
I slump as much as I can into the chair. Iโd been right in thinking the weather had been an omen. The universe was well aware of what would be happening. Gray skies and pouring rain matched the way my life was at this very moment. Did the committee choose the weather too? Along with matching me with the one person Iโd rather not see again in my life?
I sift through the papers, not really taking in any of the information inside, thinking back instead to the time weโd spent together. Sure, she broke my heart into tiny pieces and stamped on them with her saffron, Converse Chuck Taylorcovered feet. But sheโd also been a caring person, especially compassionate to the animals on her familyโs ranch. Iโd seen her bottle-feed a baby lamb with the tenderness of a mother with a newborn and calm a frightened horse with just the sound of her voice. Sheโd always had a kind word for everyone, a smile that lit up rooms. If that part of her still existed, I would be able to trust her with Mason, even if I couldnโt trust her with my heart. That I would keep protected with a guarded perimeter sheโd have to blast her way through.
And one thing is for sure. My son needs my help. Thereโs been too many changes and heโs not adjusting well. Heโs acting out. With the divorce, moving to two new houses, and going to a new school, I can understand why. So, if I get on board with being assigned to Riley, it could allow Mason to visit more often to hang out in the neighborhood, and bring more stability into my home, which could help with whatever issues heโs having.
Hopefully.
I straighten up in the too-small chair. โSir, Iโm on board.
Iโll give it my best shot.โ
