Impassioned

A Salvation Society Novel

Mia
All I ever wanted was a family of my own.

Getting involved with Mason Arrington is a bad idea. Navy pilot, with a swagger, unlike any guy I’ve ever been attracted to before. He’s confident and aloof, but underneath that rough exterior, is someone who is struggling with so much more than meets the eye.

No matter how hard I try, I cannot seem to avoid him, or his family.

When he’s back from his deployment, the need to resist him grows even stronger than ever.

Even though Mason and his son look like everything I’ve ever wanted, I need to remember a family isn’t in the cards for me.


Mason
I need Mia Hatton.

I can’t ignore how beautiful she is, how outgoing, and caring. She’s the opposite of any woman I’ve been with. And there are half a dozen reasons why we probably shouldn’t be together.

Even when I’m flying fighter jets half a world away, I can forget about everything except Mia, who keeps inserting herself into my life with her messages, kind words, and updates from home. I need to detach but she won’t let me.

Can I convince her that she is worthy of love and this whole time she’s just been looking for that love in all the wrong places?

+ Excerpt +

“I’m sorry they can’t be together while you’re gone. Looks like it would be easier on both of them.”

I didn’t want to tell her anything—especially not something so personal but something about her concern made me want to explain. “Everett is staying with his grandparents while I’m gone. They don’t like dogs.”

I sensed her studying my face, but I kept it carefully blank and my eyes on Everett. I didn’t want to see sympathy on her face or think about what it would be like to be away from my son for six months.

“Oh.”

That one word was soft and gentle, telling me everything she was thinking. It sucked. I was glad she hadn’t asked about Everett’s mother, Rebecca. It was usually the first thing people asked. Where’s his mother? Why can’t she watch him?

She chewed her bottom lip. “How does Everett do when you’re deployed?”

Normally, I would have shut this conversation down but something about her uncertainty made me want to answer her questions—ease her mind. “He stayed with his mother before, so his routine didn’t change much.”

Her face flushed as if she was embarrassed to have asked a personal question. “I’m sorry. It must be hard to be away from your son and your dog for so long.”

I braced my hands on the deck railing. “It’s my job.”

“I know, but still—”

She’d touched on something I didn’t want to think too hard about the day before my deployment. This time was different. I’d always been the provider, seeing Everett for visitation when I was home. Rebecca was there for the day-to-day stuff. I felt confident leaving him with her.

“Being a Navy pilot, your family must be so proud of you.” Her words hung in the air until she shifted on her feet.

I didn’t want to hear her backtrack when she hadn’t said anything wrong. She couldn’t know that my parents weren’t like other parents. It was time to go. “Thank you for taking Stark.”

She smiled, her brow raised. “I’ll take good care of him.”

My eyes tracked her hand as it lowered to my forearm and the warmth of her fingers seeped through my skin. When she lightly squeezed, my breath caught. When was the last time I’d been touched? Overwhelmed with the thought, I pulled my arm from her grasp. “I know you will.” Raising my voice, I said, “Everett, say goodbye. It’s time to go.”

“The organization suggested I send you pictures and updates once a month.”

“I don’t see that it would be necessary—” But Mia turned her attention to Everett as he clambered up the steps, Stark on his heels. “School starts in a few weeks. Does Everett go to the middle school in town?”

“He will.”

“Oh, did you just move here?” Mia asked.

“I was stationed in Norfolk, but my parents live here.”

“I’m the counselor at the middle school. What grade are you going into?” Mia asked Everett.

“I’m in sixth grade.”

“That’s great. I’ll meet with you either the first or second week. The first few days are so hectic.” She chewed her bottom lip. I couldn’t look away from her shiny lips. “Maybe I could set up times to bring Stark to Everett?”

That jarred me from my fixation on her lips. I didn’t like that she’d asked in front of Everett, but she flushed almost immediately probably realizing her mistake.

Everett smiled at me. “Can we?”

Mia was right, separating Everett and Stark was not a good idea but there was no way my parents would agree to this. They didn’t see any value in having a pet. “I’m not sure they’ll have time to meet up.” I knew they wouldn’t. Anything that took time away from their business was a waste as far as they were concerned. They certainly didn’t understand our bond with Stark—how he’d saved Everett after his mother left.

The light in Everett’s eyes dimmed.

I hated disappointing him. He’d already had so much of it in his life. “I’ll ask, okay?”

Everett dropped to his knees to give Stark a hug. I hated that he’d be separated from him and not for the first time, rage soared through my body that my parents didn’t want what was best for Everett, but what was easiest for them.

Everett kept his head down after patting Stark one more time. He was at the age where he felt the need to mask his feelings, but I knew he was upset. Following Mia to the front door, she opened it, and Everett stepped out, but before I could as well, she stopped me with a hand on my arm. “Can I contact you? Ease your mind while you’re over there?”

I cleared my throat. I didn’t want to maintain contact with anyone other than Everett while I was deployed. It made everything harder. “I trust you. Stark will be fine.”

“Please, I know it’s hard to be away from your child. I’m happy to send you updates about Everett as well as Stark.”

I chuckled humorlessly. “Oh, you’re never alone on the carrier.” I bunked with other men. We were below deck unless we were flying. Sleep was difficult since our beds were located beneath the flight deck.

Her hand remained on my arm and the other went to her chest. “I’d just feel better if I could send you messages to let you know that Stark and Everett are fine.”

Why did the idea of this woman—this stranger—worried about me send tingles through my body? Instead of feeling uncomfortable like I usually would, it felt nice, and that, freaked me out.

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