Chapter 9
RILEY watched as Jace’s face crumbled into despair “Oh… Riley…” he said, voice cracking. He sighed heavily. “Of course I do.”
Do? Wait… what?
“I do, I love you,” he said in a stronger tone, though his voice still trembled. “Always have and always will.” He reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out his wallet. “Let me show you something.” He opened the worn leather billfold and pulled out a photo, showed it to her. “In Iraq, Iran and Afghanistan, this -- this -- is what kept me going.”
She looked at it. A photo of her. When she was nineteen. An old, worn high school snapshot of the fair on the last day of school their senior year. “Oh… Jace…” Now she felt silly. Felt horrible, really, for snapping at him the way she did. Even though she had know
