Trish Wylie - O'Reilly's Bride

‘Even when you don’t want to get it, huh?’

She risked lifting her head to look up at him. ‘Because that’s what people like you and me do.’

Something crossed his eyes, then he lifted a hand to tuck her head back into place. ‘Sometimes it’s just not a big enough deal to cause yourself pain over.’

‘And sometimes you just have to get on with it so that it’s more real for other people.’

It was ridiculous to mentally compare what they were doing now to what Sean had done for years. But sometimes, when things were difficult for her, Maggie would find herself thinking of what he might have seen and it made her braver, out of a sense of shame if nothing else. How could she be such a chicken about a simple thing like a boat when he’d risked his life dozens of times?

Sean still hadn’t really talked much about his years working in battle zones. Travelling from one hell to another. Every time they got close to broaching the subject he would get that look in his eyes, would shut the world out while he remembered. It was that vulnerability that drew her to him time after time. She would feel a tug from her heart, demanding that she offer him comfort of some kind. It pulled her closer to him as their friendship grew, it held her to him. That very vulnerability becoming her vulnerability. What little he talked about only drew her further in.

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