My Boogie Woogie Bugle Guy

My Boogie Woogie Bugle Guy by D.L. Jackson Read Free Book Online

Book: My Boogie Woogie Bugle Guy by D.L. Jackson Read Free Book Online
Authors: D.L. Jackson
Tags: A 1 Night Stand Story
caused me to blacken more than one of my friends’ eyes. I hope you’ll forgive me.
    When I met Frank, there was something about him. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know he was perfect for you. Tomorrow my unit deploys for a dangerous mission. We still don’t know where we’re going and we’re not allowed to say, but you already know that. There’s this bad feeling…. I worry about you if something should happen to me. You shouldn’t be alone. Please understand I don’t want you to be afraid anymore. I want you to love life the way you did before that night.
    So, yeah, I think you’ve figured out by now the Camero paid for this. But you’re worth it, sis. I would never forgive myself if you ended up alone, with nobody to hold you and care for you the way you deserve. It was a small price to pay, and I’ll not hear anything about it.
    Deaf ears.
    Have fun. I’ll see you when I get back. Let Frank show you a good time. You have a lot in common, and he’s a nice guy, someone worthy of you.
     
    George.
     
    PS. I know it’s for a one-night stand. I’ll leave that up to you. Just don’t tell me about it.
     
    Grace swallowed and set the envelope down. Talking to her brother always had helped her to clear her thoughts, and damn, she’d been a fool to run out on Frank.
    Now what? How would she find a guy she didn’t even know anything about? Call this Madame Eve? Grace plopped her ass in her favorite chair and began to go over her options.
     
    ***
     
    Frank couldn’t dress fast enough, but by the time he’d trotted barefoot down to the front desk, Grace was gone. Four in the morning. He ran a hand along his jaw where whiskers began to emerge. What had he said to make her leave? “Where did they take her?”
    “I know this is going to sound really weird, but to a cemetery, and then home.” the desk clerk said. “I can call the driver and see if they’re still there.”
    “No. I’ll catch up with her at home.” He eyed a large clock on the wall. “Can I arrange transportation to her house around ten?”
    “Certainly. I’ll schedule the driver to pick you up at that time.”
    Frank nodded. He’d give her a few hours to hash out her thoughts and talk to her brother, and then he was going after her. He headed upstairs to shower, shave, and form a plan on how to convince her to give them a chance.
    It wouldn’t be easy. Grace had lost a lot. George died serving, and perhaps she was afraid to get attached for that reason. But he wasn’t her brother. He wasn’t Special Forces out on the risky missions. He was Sergeant Frank Winters. Army trumpet player. Nice guy. Stubborn man and crazy about his dead friend’s twin sister. If she didn’t think he’d come after her with everything he had, she was mistaken. He lay back on the bed, closed his eyes, and went over every option available. He might be a trumpet player, but he wasn’t a sissy, and he sure as hell didn’t back down. George knew he was right for her. Frank knew he was right for her. Now he only had to convince Grace they were meant to be.
    Six hours later, he glanced at his watch and blew out a breath. Tired, running on fumes and dreams, it was time to go after what he wanted. He sure as hell wouldn’t walk away from something he knew could be the best thing he ever had. He grabbed his trumpet and headed for his ride.
    As the limo pulled up to the curb at Grace’s home, Frank noticed the crowd of elderly women gathered across the street. At least a baker’s dozen. They could prove to be what he needed to draw her out. If he had to, he’d make a scene.
    Several of the women had donned forties style dresses and one woman wore an old Women’s Army Corp uniform. Frank couldn’t help but grin. Grace had mentioned the old lady across the street liked to gossip. He was about to give them enough material to talk about for months. As he got out, they started clapping. He turned around, waved, flipped his cover on his head and started up

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