Page 31 of Cowboy SEAL Homecoming

She closed her eyes, frustrated with herself and embarrassed and one million other things.

“What do you want from me, Alex? You want to understand me? Maneuver me? Good luck to you if you think you’re going to make sense out of me when I can’t even make sense out of myself. It’s going to be a lot of long, frustrating years though, I can guarantee you that.”

“Years,” he repeated.

“Unless you’re planning on quitting, we’re in this for the long haul. Together.”

“Together.”

“Don’t tell me the man with the six-month, detailed, day-to-day plan hasn’t thought about years in advance?”

She could tell by the confused and blank look on his face that he actually hadn’t thought that far ahead. Which was interesting. She tended to take it one day at a time because she knew how much could change in a moment, but she had a long-range goal and she knew she wanted to do this for years and years and years.

But she didn’t think Alex knew what he wanted to do in years.

“I’ll be inside for lunch in a few minutes, okay?” she said, working some gentleness into her tone since he seemed shell-shocked by something.

“Yeah. There are, um, sandwiches waiting.”

“Great. Thanks.”

He stood there for a few more seconds, and if she wasn’t totally mistaken, he was confused. A little lost. Her irritation with him faded, because she had been lost a few times herself.

“You don’t have to have it all figured out, Alex. I hope you know that.” His brown gaze met hers, and much like he had last night, he turned on a heel and walked away.

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