World War II claimed many lives. But those that didn't die were affected as well. Families in the U.S. fought to keep a sense of normalcy in their every day lives. And then wounded men began returning home.
Could these men return to the lives they led prior to the war? Or would their injuries forever change them—and those they came in contact with? Would they be able to love—and would others fall in love with them? The most important question—would they ALLOW themselves to be loved? Or would they spend the rest of their lives fighting the war as if they were still in it?
Can these men fight the demons of war that stay with them every day? And can the Magic of Christmas help them find the answer to their prayers?
Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas played on the jukebox in the corner. Yeah, right. As if that would happen. Oh, he wanted it—but did he really have the guts to go after it? Ryan's emotions were on a teeter-totter—up one minute, down the next.
The heat from her seemed to scorch his skin through the sleeve of his shirt. He wondered what it would feel like to have her warm touch on his naked body. He wanted her to run her fingers down his arms, across his chest, down to his… Stop it!
He didn't know if that would ever happen. He must have been a fool to buy her a ring. He placed his hand in his pocket, fingering the small box he'd picked up right before meeting her that morning. Could he make Alli happy? Did he have the right to hope?
Could she see herself in a life with him? Forever?
That's what he wanted. A life with her forever. Waking up with her every morning, making love to her every night. Having a child with her. His child.
He wanted…too much.
Nearly frozen by fear, he removed his hand from the pocket.