Chapter Four
Patty had always wanted a sister. Brenda was a bit unexpected. She drove a tractor, corralled bulls, and rode horses. The tomboy in Patty screamed to slip on a pair of worn jeans, saddle up, and let her hair fly behind her as she rode through the pastures shouting giddy-up.
Taking in a deep breath, Patty exhaled the thought. She was no longer that wild child. She was a grown woman. A sophisticated, refined, grown woman who would make a soldier a perfect wife. If said soldier stayed around to pay her any mind.
It had been three years since she’d seen Grizz. Three. During that time, she’d caught glimpses of him as she video chatted with Keaton. But Grizz never held still for the camera, often giving her a quick wave, and then excusing himself from anymore face time with her.
