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been in love with me. You just needed time to remember.”
    â€œBut . . .”
    He laughed at my dumbfounded expression and pulled me back down into his arms. “I love you too, Els. Now go back to sleep.”
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    I wanted to call in sick the next day, but Henry had a lot of last-minute things to take care of, like making sure his training and medical papers were up to date. “I also have to update my will,” he said as we sipped our morning coffee with me sitting on his lap.
    His will.
    My spine stiffened, that one word bursting my happy little bubble. All of a sudden my fears came racing back, crushing my lungs.
    Henry felt the sudden change of mood. He squeezed my side and said, “I will be okay. Updating my will is just customary.”
    I stood up and faced him, intent on swallowing my fears. “Of course it is,” I said, giving him one last kiss. “Well, I should get going.”
    His hands rested on the back of my legs and slid up my skirt. “Have a good day,” he said huskily, his fingers playing with the edge of my panties.
    I kissed him and pulled away. “Bye.”
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    I ate my lunch at my desk, turning my head every time someone walked by, hoping that Henry had found a sliver of time to come see me again, but he didn’t come. I stared at that red rose sitting inside an empty glass water bottle and ate my food like a zombie. I couldn’t even tell you what I put in my mouth, I was so out of it.
    After work I rushed home, jittery with the knowledge that the seconds were ticking by. As I drove I convinced myself to live for the moment, to pretend that tomorrow didn’t exist—and almost succeeded until I walked in the living room and found a pile of his stuff on the floor. Two dark green duffel bags with his name embroidered on the side, folded ABUs, tan boots, gloves, a helmet. My heart stopped when my eyes rested on a body armor vest. I picked it up, wondering how it could possibly protect Henry when it hadn’t been enough to save my brother.
    This was really happening. Henry was really going to leave tomorrow.
    I dropped the vest, suddenly too exhausted to even hold myself up. I sank to the floor and stared at the deployment pile, trying to convince my lungs to simply keep breathing.
    â€œI didn’t know you were ho—” Henry stopped when he saw me. I must have looked like a hot mess, but he didn’t mention it. “I have something to show you.” He held out his hand and pulled me up off the floor. We walked through the living room and he opened the sliding door that led to the balcony.
    â€œI wanted you to have your camping trip,” he said, stepping aside so I could see. He had placed one of our kitchen rugs on the cement balcony and erected a tent on it. Beside it stood a camping stove and two metal skewers.
    I peered into the tent and found our sleeping bags zipped together to make one oversized one. “Nice.”
    â€œBut there’s more,” he said and produced a box of graham crackers, a bar of Hershey’s chocolate, and a bag of marshmallows.
    â€œYou’ve thought of everything, Captain Logan,” I said with the best smile I could manage. I gave him a kiss, pushing the sad thoughts to the back of my head, pretending for at least tonight that the pile of stuff in the living room didn’t exist.
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    Having sex in a tent is not that hard, but when you’re suspended three floors up with a six-foot-two man on top of you, it can get downright tricky. So we switched positions and I rode him, hoping that the tent’s walls were not in any way transparent. My head kept hitting the metal rods, so I had to bend down, which provided Henry ample access to my breasts. He grasped them in his hands, devouring each one in turn, while I rocked back and forth carefully. I tried to memorize the way he filled me up, the sexy growl he made when I squeezed him extra hard. He was in so deep, he