The Military Wife
Tess grumbled as she heaved the shopping bags out of the boot of her car. It was a pain in the arse having to do this all by herself. Yet she’d been through this more than once, and it was going to be for the foreseeable future. May as well just get on with it and shut up moaning.
Just as she got to her front door and started fumbling for her key, risking dropping all her bags in the process, a voice said, “Let me help you with that.”
Tess dropped the bags.
She whirled to face the owner of the voice, heart pounding. “Aidan!”
Without caring who could be watching, she hurled herself into her husband’s arms, wrapped her arms around his neck, and her legs around his waist. Luckily, Aidan had probably been expecting this kind of greeting and had braced himself.
As she to
