A Curvy Girl for the Cadet: A Perfect Fit Novella by Sugar Jamison Page B

think this little town at the base of the Catskills would be her most favorite place.
    “I’m glad you like this better. I’m covered in saw dust and caulk. I don’t think they would let me in any place with white tablecloths and real glasses. But I can take you to one if you would like.”
    “You want to take me out?” She walked out of the water and back to him. He had kissed the hell out of her in the middle of the sidewalk on one of Durant’s busiest streets. And again after his friend caught them. She didn’t know what was going through his head, but it didn’t involve hiding what they were doing.
    “Yeah. Wherever you want to go.”
    She touched his beard, wishing she could feel his skin, but still liking the way it looked on his face. “What if I said I wanted to go to Paris or Morocco or get chili cheese dogs with extra onions?”
    “I love chili cheese dogs with extra onions.” He set his hands on her waist and brought her closer. “As for Paris you shove some ham and cheese in a croissant and I’m there. I don’t know what kind of food they have in Morocco, but I’ve spent a long time in the military so I can eat anything as long as there is a lot of it.”
    She leaned forward to kiss him. She had meant for it to be just a quick little kiss, but he deepened the kiss and it turned hot immediately. She told herself that she was going to stay away from him. That she wasn’t going to have a fling. But she got near him and all that went out of the window.
    “We should eat,” he said when he broke the kiss. “I ordered us the best sandwiches in town.” He pulled the biggest sandwich she had ever seen out of a large paper bag. “Spicy capicola, sweet soppresseta, prosciutto, mozzarella, roasted red peppers, lettuce and tomato on some damn fine Italian bread.”
    “Mmm. I can feel my cholesterol rising already.”
    “Wait till you see what else I got. Your sugar levels are about to spike.” He pulled out two glass bottles of old fashioned orange soda, then packaged snack cakes.
    “Be still my heart.” She touched her chest. “You were busy while I was delivering that arrangement.”
    “I wanted to impress you. Sit.” He handed her half the sandwich as she did.
    “This is huge,” she said as she studied the meat stuffed specialty. “I’m not sure I can get my mouth around it.”
    “I think you can manage.” He nuzzled her shoulder and grinned at her.
    She knew exactly what he was thinking and laughed. “Don’t flatter yourself, buddy.”
    He touched his heart. “You wound me, Daisy.”
    “Just eat your sandwich.” She smiled again. He had a way of making her smile that no one else possessed. She almost felt like a different person when she was with him and in a way she felt more like herself, more honest with him than anyone else.
    They ate in silence for a while, but she was more interested in watching him eat than in her own food. He always ate like he was starving, like it was his first meal after a long, long fast. He made love that way too. At least he had that night. She wondered if it was just like that with her, or if it was like that every time with every woman he was with.
    “How do you put away so much food and still have that body?” She asked as she sipped on the old fashioned sugary soda that was much better than she had expected.
    “I move a lot when I work and I look just like my father.”
    “Does he have a full beard too?” She touched his again.
    “No.” He took the rest of her half-eaten sandwich, screwed the top back on the soda, and put them back in the bag. “He’s got a hoop earring and wears Hawaiian shirts and ugly sandals.” He looped his arm around her and laid her down in the bed of his truck. “No beard though. I don’t think I can take that.”
    “Why do you have one?”
    “After I got out I wanted to be different than who I was when I was there. I went to West Point at eighteen and have been in the army until eighteen months ago. I don’t