Liam shifts as a really pretty woman stands behind him. They obviously know each other and I swear she looks familiar. I can’t place her though.

“No, thanks though,” Liam replies.

“I haven’t seen you since that night,” she says and looks over at me. Well, isn’t this nice.

Liam stands and extends his hand to me, making his intentions clear. My palm touches his and he squeezes my hand pulling me up. “Yeah,” he tries to brush her off.

“I figured you’d call.”

“Listen, Brittany, I’m here with my girl and I appreciate you coming over, but I’m not interested.”

Brittany turns to me and extends her hand. “Hi, I’m Brittany Monaco.”

I stand and look at her hand. It’s bothering me, because I know I’ve seen her around. “Natalie Gilcher,” I reply and her eyes widen quickly but then she looks away and recovers.

Odd.

“I’m—” she begins to speak, but Liam clears his throat dragging my attention to him.

“Come on, sweetheart. We have a dance floor waiting.” Liam’s eyes never leave mine as he speaks, focusing all his attention on me.

“Okay.” My voice wavers a tiny bit. He seems anxious to get me away from her and I wonder. My stomach flutters as we walk toward the wooden square. I want to ask him about her, but I’m not sure I have that right. We’re not exclusive—well, I am—but I’ve never given him that definition.

The wheels spin in my mind, each spoke that passes bringing a new worry. If he did sleep with her…does it change anything? He’s with me all the time, so I don’t even know when he would’ve had the chance.

“Ask me, Natalie,” Liam says as his hand wraps around my back and he pulls me against him. “Just ask me.”

I pull back slightly and our eyes lock. I hesitate and look away.

“Ask me, because I know it’s killing you.”

“Why won’t you just tell me?” I ask, still not able to force the words out.

“If you want to know, you’re going to have to ask,” Liam says, looking deep into my eyes.

Drawing on all the strength I have left, I release a deep sigh and ask, “Did you sleep with her?”

“No.” The honesty is clear in his eyes and his voice. He didn’t blink or pause. “I wanted to. I won’t lie to you, but I never got close.”

“When?”

“Before I ever touched you.” He pauses and presses his forehead to mine. The music plays and he holds me close to him. We sway to the music and my heart thumps erratically in my chest. Liam sighs and rubs his nose against mine. “I was thinking about you all the time and I wanted it to stop. I wanted to get you out of my fucking mind.” Liam’s voice is low and sounds almost angry.

“Why didn’t you?” I ask apprehensively.

There’s no reason for me to feel threatened, but I do. He’s single, incredibly sexy, and has no reason to stay. I have a past, a child, and fears that gnaw at me about getting close to him. He has every excuse at his disposal, nonetheless he keeps coming back.

“Because she wasn’t you.” I look at him, and his eyes stay closed. He looks pained and I want to ease it. I lift my chin slightly and gently touch my lips to his. Here in the middle of the bar surrounded by our friends, I kiss him. I don’t care that I’m sure people are looking. I want him to know how much his words mean. How even though we weren’t together, he chose me in some strange way.

He pulls back and rests his head against mine again as we slowly sway to the music. His arms encase me and he guides me through the dance. I can feel the eyes burning holes in my back. The stares of friends who now know where I stand. Where we stand.

“It was the night Aarabelle got sick. I had her in my car,” Liam begins to tell me quietly. “The whole time she was sitting in the front seat, I kept thinking how all I wanted was to drop her off and go to you. Tell you how I was starting to feel. And then you called.”

“Liam, you don’t have to tell me,” I murmur.

“I know I don’t, sweetheart. But I want you to know everything. I won’t keep shit from you.” He kisses the tip of my nose and I melt into his embrace. “When I saw your name on my screen, I knew there was no way I wanted to touch her. I turned around before I even answered and then when I heard what was going on…” he trails off and I look over at Brittany. She shifts and stares at me, biting her nail. “There was no fucking way I wasn’t going to be with you, and if I had touched her,” he pulls my chin back toward him, “I would’ve been wishing it was you.”

His words soothe my heart and I smile tenderly. “You make this easy for me. You make it hard to fight because you make sense to me. How can you know exactly what I need all the time?” I ask.

“Because I know you. And this is easy for both of us because it’s right. I know your heart, and I won’t take that for granted.”

“I know you won’t,” I reply as the song ends. This time it’s Liam who kisses me.

We walk hand and hand off the dance floor as Reanell’s eyes light up. I’m going to need more beer.

We sit and enjoy a few beers and I even get Liam to dance with me during a couple’s dance. I’m not the best dancer by any means, but I do love it. I used to come here with my friends a lot when Aaron was deployed. Liam dances with me even though he has no idea of the steps. I give him an “A” for effort—he really is something special.

Throughout the night we all talk and laugh, and I can’t help but look over at Brittany. There’s something festering inside of me about her. She looks over a couple of times, but looks away quickly. Maybe it’s nothing, but then I don’t know. Maybe she did sleep with Liam and he’s lying. Which doesn’t make sense because he seemed so genuinely honest. Plus, he has no reason to lie to me.

I head off to the bathroom to check my face, and when I get back, Liam and Reanell are dancing. I nearly fall over laughing because while the man can do just about anything—except diapers—he has awful rhythm. Well, there’s a flaw I found.

“Having fun?” Quinn plops in the chair next to me. Quinn and Aaron were close when he was active duty. They were in the same section and worked together a lot. He was the one person I was worried about disapproving of this whole situation.

“Yeah, how about you?”

“Where there’s beer and boobs, I’m a happy guy.”

“You haven’t changed a bit.” I chuckle and take a drink. Quinn has always been this laidback country boy. He drinks a lot, sleeps around, and has more guns than any human should ever need. His dark hair is buzz cut and you can see the scar behind his ear from when he was injured in Iraq.

“Life’s too short to change. I live like I want and if you don’t like me, oh fucking well.”

“Such a charmer,” I playfully respond.

“Listen, I know it’s not my place and all, but…” Quinn runs his hand down his face. “I’m happy for you. I wasn’t at first. I mean, we have a code about wives. But, I think Aaron would be glad you found someone like him. If it helps you at all.”

I place my hand on Quinn’s. He doesn’t know that what he said matters. Or that maybe in some small place in my mind I needed to hear that. I do believe Aaron would be okay with it, it’s a matter of whether I’m ready to move forward. If I can live the life of dating a SEAL. Knowing what could happen because I’ve already had my worst nightmare take place.

“Thanks, Quinn.”

“Enough of this…you need another beer!” he exclaims and motions for the waitress.

“Natalie?” I hear my name and Brittany is standing behind me.

Okay, maybe I need shots.

“Yes?”

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry about Aaron,” she looks away and my stomach drops. Liam’s eyes cut to me and he stops dancing. I’m confused because I thought she knew Liam. Why the hell is she talking about Aaron?

“You knew Aaron?”

I’ve seen this girl. I know her face and it’s driving me insane. The way she looks at me as if she knows me too. Her eyes fill with tears and dread spreads through my veins.

Why would she be crying?

“Yes. I mean, I did. I-I met him and…” She stops talking and looks at the ground as a tear falls.

“Okay…I don’t understand why you’re so upset if you only met him.” I try to figure this out.

Suddenly, Liam’s hand is on my shoulder. “Brittany, you should go.” Liam steps forward and pulls me to the side. “I don’t know what shit you’re trying to pull.”

“How did you know Aaron?” I ask and push past him.

“Aaron?” Liam asks, sounding as confused as I am.

She sways slightly and I see Quinn stand and move behind me. “I didn’t really. I mean…I did…but it was…”

“Either you did or you didn’t,” I snap.

“I wanted to say I’m sorry. We were friends.”

“You said before you just met him.”

“You have a daughter, right?”

She’s lying. Woman’s intuition rings loud in my head. Something isn’t right. Something deep inside my soul is telling me not to trust her. Her face though—I’ve seen it.

“I’ve seen you before.” And then it hits me. “At his memorial.” My eyes flash and I remember the blonde that stood off to the side at his memorial. She rushed out before anyone could talk to her. I saw her crying in Pennsylvania. Why would anyone from Virginia drive up there if they’d only met. “You were there.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” Her voice is shaky and she starts to back away. “I shouldn’t have come over here.”

“Lee, let’s go.” Liam is trying to command the situation. I feel dizzy and anger starts to take over.

Reanell’s at my side, pulling me back, and my hands start to tremble. “You were at his funeral. I saw you! Why?” I yell. “I-I remember there was a woman crying off to the side. I thought it was strange, but I was so distraught I didn’t care. It was you.”

Liam pulls me against his side and Reanell starts to push past everyone with Mason behind her. “Natalie, there were a lot of people there,” she soothes as she turns to Brittany.

“I’m not stupid, Rea. She was there. Why were you there?”

“It wasn’t me.”

“Why don’t you leave now?” Reanell suggests to her.

Brittany turns to leave but I need to know. “How did you know him?” I ask once more and her eyes are filled with hurt.

“It wasn’t what you think.”

“Is this what you do? You come to a widow and talk about her husband? I mean, it wasn’t quiet that my husband was killed overseas. So when you were snubbed by Liam you felt as though you needed to do this?”

Brittany looks away and then back at me, “I knew Aaron very well…this isn’t a game. I’ve wanted to meet you for some time.”

“Why? Why would you want to meet me?”

“I wanted to apologize to you and meet his wife.”

Ice shoots through my body, freezing me in place. “Were you involved with Aaron?” I blurt the question out, unsure if I want the answer, but I need to know. Every muscle in my body clenches in anticipation of her answer.

“We were in love,” she says slowly and a tear falls as does my heart.