Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Fifteen Noah Scarlett, my Scarlett, How are you, my heart? Do you think you could bring the roses here? I hate to think you and Constance put in all that work just to leave it behind. I promise you, when we get to Colorado, I’ll build you a garden you never have to move […]
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fourteen November 1940 Kirton-in-Lindsey, England The pub was jammed full of uniforms from bar to door. It had taken Jameson a week to secure a house nearby but, for a rather healthy chunk of his pay, as of yesterday, they now had a place of their very own. At least for as long as […]
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Thirteen Georgia Dearest Jameson, I miss you. I need you. Nothing here is the same without you. Constance thinks we might be able to move the rosebush, but I’m not sure we should. Why uproot something that is happy right where it is? Unlike me. I’m wilting here without you. Keeping busy, of course, […]
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Twelve November 1940 Kirton-in-Lindsey It was different being surrounded by other Americans now that Jameson was in the 71st Eagle Squadron. Almost like being back home, except they weren’t anywhere near it. “They’re all so young,” Howard muttered as they watched the new recruits at their first beer call. It was an English tradition […]
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Eleven Noah Scarlett, my Scarlett, Tonight, I miss you more than my words can possibly convey. I wish I could fly to you, even if just for a few hours. The only thought that keeps me going here is knowing you’ll be with me soon. On nights like tonight, I escape by picturing us […]
Chapter Ten
Chapter Ten September 1940 Middle Wallop, England Jameson had been born to fly the Spitfire. It was agile, responsive, and moved like it was an extension of his body, which was just about the only advantage he had in combat. Was Great Britain cranking out planes at an unprecedented rate? Yes. But what they needed […]
Chapter Nine
Chapter Nine Georgia Dearest Jameson, Here we are again, writing letters. I would give anything to reach through this paper, to stretch across the long miles between us just to touch you, to feel your heartbeat. How many more times can this war separate us before we’re simply allowed to be happy? I know we’re […]
Chapter Eight
Chapter Eight August 1940 Middle Wallop, England Heat blasted Jameson’s face as hanger two went up in flames. The explosion tossed them backward like they were nothing more than paper, but he managed to keep his arms around Scarlett. His back took the brunt of the impact, forcing the air from his lungs as Scarlett […]
Chapter Seven
Chapter Seven Noah Dear Scarlett, I miss you, my love. The sound of your voice over the telephone doesn’t compare to holding you in my arms. It’s only been a few weeks, yet it feels like forever since I was reposted. Good news, I think I’ve been able to secure us a house close by. […]
Chapter Six
Chapter Six August 1940 Middle Wallop, England Scarlett’s heart clenched as she watched Jameson whirl Constance around the small dance floor of the local pub. He took so much care with Constance because he knew how precious she was to Scarlett, which only made her like him more. Too much, too soon, too fast…it was […]