Page 1 of Taming His Honeydoll
Prologue:
Sawyer stared at the picture of the couple in the newspaper article in shocked disbelief. Married? Emma hadn’t wasted any time. He’d only been gone a few months!
With trembling fingers, he opened the note enclosed with the picture. Her sarcastic little tongue immediately sounded in his mind as he read.
Dear Sawyer,
You were right. Apparently, I only thought I was in love with you. My true love showed up right after you dumped me, and now I have my happily ever after. Don’t bother looking me up when and if, you ever return home. We will never be friends, not in a million years.
Emma
Talk about the mother of allDear Johnletters!
He knew she’d been angry when they’d parted, but he hadn’t expected this.
Obviously, he’d handled their breakup all wrong. Instead of giving her an out in case something happened to him, or in case their brief relationship of three weeks wasn’t the real thing, she’d taken his words as a total rejection. Sharp, grinding pain coursed through him at the finality of his loss.
Sawyer took a deep breath and blew it out, running his fingers through his extremely short locks. Buzzed-off locks would be the better definition.
After the initial punch to his gut, anger coiled in his stomach like a rattler getting ready to strike. Fury overriding pain, he scrunched the picture of his Emma with another man in theirwalking-down-the-aislewedding pose and then stomped it into the dirt for good measure. The note he folded carefully and put in his shirt pocket. The ache in his heart he’d deal with later. Right now, his commander was calling and his first duty was to the unit he served with.
Roughly Five years later
Chapter 1
There was no way forEmma Tremaine Brassington to gently drop her bombshell to her older brother Oliver, so she just baldly threw it out there. “Henry and I are getting a divorce.” She cringed as she waited for his response. It wasn’t long in coming when his eyebrows saluted the ceiling, then turned down in a frown.
“Are you serious? Your husband wants a divorce already?” He unfolded his long length from the chair behind his desk and came to stand in front of her.
He said that as if it were all her fault—and it was, but he didn’t know that. Of course, Oliver was the golden child. He’d never made a stupid mistake and everything he did was perfect. She loved and hated him at the same time.
He peered closely down at her. “You certainly don’t seem broken up about it. Are you okay?”
Emma licked her lips and stared up. Why was he so tall and she was so short? Standing in front of his desk was akin to being called to the principal’s office when she was in school. Life wasn’t always fair though—it hadn’t taken her long to figure that one out.
Even though she was all grown up, married, and had a child, Oliver’s opinion of her still mattered. She’d never admitted the truth behind her marriage, and she didn’t want to now, so she had to choose her words carefully. She let her breath out in a sigh.
