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The Long Road Home

BOOK: The Long Road Home
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Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright

Note from the Publisher

Dedication

Trademarks Acknowledgement

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Epilogue

About the Author

Titles by Cheyenne Meadows

Reviews

A Silver Publishing Book

 

The Long Road Home

Copyright © 2013 by Cheyenne Meadows

E-book ISBN: 9781622321117

First E-book Publication: January 2014

Cover design by Reese Dante

Editor: Jason Huffman

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Dedication

 

For all the service men and women who put their lives on the line each and every day in order to protect our freedoms. I can't say thank you enough, for you are truly heroes in my eyes.

Trademarks Acknowledgement

 

The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

 

 

Army
:
Army
: Department of the Army

Boy Scouts
: Boy Scouts of America Corporation

Girl Scouts
: Girl Scouts of America Inc.

Grinch
: Dr. Seuss Enterprises, L.P. Geisel-Seuss Enterprises, Inc.

Humvee
: AM General LLC

Popsicle
: Conopco, Inc.

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer
: DreamWorks Classics

Walter Reed
: The Department of the Army

Chapter 1

 

"What do you mean my flight is cancelled? It's Christmas Eve." Gwen blinked at the exhausted looking flight attendant, noting dark lines marred her face and her eyes told of many hours playing the Grinch, throwing monkey wrenches into people's holiday plans.

"I'm sorry, Miss. A blizzard dumped tons of snow in Lincoln, shutting down the airport until at least morning."

"So can I switch flights and arrive in Lincoln in the morning?"

"I'm afraid not. Sleet is coming down hard here, making for long delays for de-icing of the planes. If this keeps up, the airport will simply cancel flights and try again once the storm has passed."

A knife of despair stabbed Gwen square in the chest. "When will I be able to get home?"

"I really don't know. I'm sorry. Next please."

Gwen sighed heavily and stepped aside. Carrying her bag, she found an empty seat and plopped down.
Now what am I going to do
?

Since she'd graduated college in May and accepted her somewhat unusual position in Bethesda, Maryland, she had planned on flying back home for Christmas, spending several days helping her mother bake for the big day. Trimming the tree, wrapping presents, watching the delight on her young niece's face as she opened her gifts. All those plans flew out the window due to Mother Nature's wintery wrath.

Digging out her cell phone, she punched in a number. "Hi, Mom."

"What's wrong, honey? You sound down."

Gwen sucked in a breath and fought back tears. "My flight got cancelled. The blizzard shut down Lincoln. It's icing here, and they're talking about closing down La Guardia before the night is over."

"Oh, dear."

"I'm not going to make it home in time for Christmas." Her voice broke as a tear rolled down her cheek. A wave of homesickness washed over her.

"They're right, you know. Your father had to take the tractor to get through the snow in order to feed the cattle this morning. Snow was too deep for the truck and still coming down. Your sister can't make it either, stuck at home until the plows get down their road."

"But…"

"It's okay, sweetheart. We'll just reschedule. No biggie. We'll just wait for Russell to return home on leave and do Christmas then. Besides, I don't want you on an ice-covered plane. Not worth taking the chance."

Russell. Her baby brother. Now fighting in Afghanistan with the Army. Her first Christmas away from home as was his. "I miss you, Mom."

"I miss you, too. Keep your chin up. Sometimes when life throws us lemons…"

"We just make lemonade." A touch of a smile crossed her lips as she finished her mother's favorite phrase.

"That's my girl."

"Thanks, Mom. I'll call you later."

"Love you. Bye-bye."

Gwen clicked the phone off, sniffed, and stared up at the big screen, her flight number flashing 'Cancelled' in red, taunting her with blatant rejection. Gathering her purse, she stood, bent over to collect her bag, and nearly did a nosedive into the floor as something large slammed into her body.

"Oh, I'm so sorry." Strong arms steadied her. "Are you okay?"

With assistance, she regained her balance and stood up straight only to find a large male chest covered by desert fatigues, directly in her line of vision. A white coat topped the lightweight clothing. Tilting her head, she found a handsome, slightly whiskered face, and bright blue eyes that snagged her attention and refused to let go. Short, spiked blond hair covered his head as if growing out from his latest buzz cut. He appeared no older than thirty, give or take a few years.

"Yes. I'm fine." She smiled up at him. "I'm sorry. I wasn't paying any attention." Recognition flashed. Racking her brain, she struggled to put a name with the face she hadn't seen in years.

He shook his head, flashing a grin. "Nah. This old duffel bag is a nuisance. If I didn't have to carry it everywhere I went, I wouldn't bother with it."

"Logan?"

His head cocked to the side. "Do I know you?"

She shot him a grin. So much for the hunky senior remembering her as a freshman. "Gwen Myers. Ballroom dance class. University of Maryland-College Park. Your partner who squashed your toes more times than not."

His blue eyes sparked. "Gwen. Good grief. I didn't recognize you."

"Well, it's been four years or so." Glancing down, she eyed the troublesome duffel bag, finding a stamp on the end. "US Army?"

"Yep. Enlisted right out of college."

She found her troubles temporarily forgotten as she spoke, captivated with the man in front of her. In all honesty, she'd had a major crush on him during the weeks they had been paired up for a beginning ballroom dance class. Boy howdy, did she love that class. Held in the arms of the most handsome and built student in the class. He made her feel like Cinderella to his Prince Charming each and every day. They joked, laughed, struggled with the difficult steps, and had a ball. Until the semester ended. He'd graduated and left. She had moved on to another semester and missed him more than she ever admitted.

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