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his eyes gave away the hell he’d just relived in his sleep.
    He gripped the counter of the sink and lowered his head, his shoulders quaking with the shuddering breath he let out. Damn.
    The dreams had become less frequent in the past year, but they still came.
    Trevor turned off the water and walked back into his room, letting his alert gaze slip around it. It was the room he’d grown up in; his parents hadn’t changed it when he’d left for the army at eighteen. Since he was often being relocated to different bases, or sent overseas, it was the one thing that was constant in his life. The one place he could always count on to return to.
    Getting stationed at Fort Lewis had been a stroke of luck, being just a few hundred miles away from Wyattsville. It made it possible to come back and be with his family. To ultimately meet and fall in love with Megan, who’d moved to Oregon from Los Angeles five years earlier.
    She’d been planning to relocate to Washington after their wedding, they’d even been looking at houses, and then everything had fallen apart. Or he’d fallen apart. He’d held it together for a bit after returning from Afghanistan. But like a loose thread on a shirt, he’d slowly unraveled a little bit at a time…
    Trevor slapped his palm against the wall. Damn it. He could fix this. Stitch his life back up. He was a fighter, it was the reason he’d joined the army. He wasn’t afraid to face adversity. And he just needed to remember that. At least if he was going to have a chance in hell at getting Megan back.
    Grabbing a change of clothes, Trevor went to hit the shower and start the day.

    Bachelorette parties. Geez, she usually tried like hell to avoid them. Megan cringed and followed the stream of ladies into The Oceanside Tavern. Ellie led the pack, giving a woot of excitement as the penis antennas on the headband she wore bobbed up and down with her bouncy steps.
    They were taking over the tavern. Word had gotten around town about Ellie’s bachelorette party and people had cleared out, ready to let the ladies rule the roost tonight. But there were a few guys, mostly in their early twenties, who’d showed up probably hoping for some action from the girls as the alcohol flowed and the inhibitions loosened.
    Megan followed the near dozen girls to the counter and lined up with them.
    “Round of blow jobs, Evan!” Ellie hollered.
    Megan shook her head. “Oh, uhm, no blow job for me, Evan. I’ll just have an orange juice, please.”
    Ellie swiveled to look at her, her eyes wide. “Orange juice? At my bachelorette party? No way, Megan! I still owe you drinks—if not my firstborn child—for representing me in court last month.”
    Clearly Ellie had already been given a drink or two before the party started. “Oh, it’s just, I’m getting over a cold. And the citrus—”
    Ellie snorted. “You’re so creative when you lie. I love it.” She turned to face Evan and slapped the counter. “Give her a blow job.”
    The other girls cheered and patted Megan on the back, hollering out things like loosen up and have some fun !
    And here she’d thought she’d been loosening up by wearing a short flirty dress—because that’s one thing Kate had encouraged her to do this morning when she’d swung by the bakery. After all, Kate had reminded her, one had to show up looking sexy as sin to these bachelorette parties. Who knew when the opportunity to flirt would come up?
    Not like she had any intention of flirting with any of the boys in town, Megan reminded herself. And it wasn’t like Henry would be there. Or Trevor.
    Biting back a sigh, Megan accepted her shot when it came. But, unlike Ellie, she didn’t take it with her hands behind her back and using only her lips to hold the glass.
    She pinched the shot glass between her fingers and tossed it back. Hmm. That hadn’t been all too bad. She licked her lips, enjoying the lingering taste of Bailey’s and Kahlua.
    “God, that was awesome,” Kate