Chapter Three
Millie paced across the giant sun and moon mosaic that comprised her back porch, stopping to stare at a particularly deep green stone at the edge. Her instincts must be off. There was no way a man like Mr. Grouchy Veteran could be the faceless man of her dreams. Ever since she’d awakened from a dream about her wedding day the morning of her seventeenth birthday, she’d been convinced she’d recognize the man of her dreams with a kiss. Believed it with all her heart. And the kiss with the steely-eyed brawny man had been… everything. A shudder rippled through her, heating her all the way to her toes.
She crossed the patio again, searching for her favorite stone, a brilliant cobalt in one of the moonbeams, the one that was the exact shade of her mother’s eyes. Her heart swelled
