LOVE BEYOND THE FRONTLINE 2: Military Romance ((BBW Shifter Romance, BBW Paranormal Romance, Military Romance, Werebear Romance) Erma A.Sanford (Author))

Haven’s eyes widened when she entered her apartment. A beautiful table for two was set in the middle of her living room. Dean walked out from the kitchen. He wore an apron over his marine uniform.
“What are you doing here?” Haven asked.
Dean pulled her close and gave her a passionate kiss.
“I thought you were going to celebrate the 4th of July with your family.”
“No one’s home. Martha was spending it with Conley’s,” Dean explained as he continued to set the table. “My parents flew to Paris to attend some business symposium.”
Dean sat on the chairs. He pulled Haven and made her sit on his lap. Haven playfully pinched his nose.
“So, are you spending the long weekend with me?” Haven asked.
“Just until Sunday morning,” Dean corrected. “I have to get back by Sunday afternoon.”
Haven held Dean’s cheek and kissed him. “So what do you suppose we should do?”
“We can have dinner,” Dean gave Haven a frisky look. He held her by her waist and sat her on the table. “Or we could nix dinner.”
Dean stood. He wrapped his hands behind her neck and gave her an intimate kiss. Haven accepted his mouth with hers.
Haven pulled away. “Let’s have dinner first. I’m starving.”
Dean playfully pouted his lips. He carried Haven to one of the chairs. “Dinner it is then,” He uttered half-jokingly.
“Dean, I heard something from the hospital today,” Haven said as Dean walked towards the kitchen. “Some of you may be deployed in the Middle East.”
Dean walked back to the table and placed two plates of steaks. He looked at Haven and smiled gently. Haven’s lips twitched down.
“You are, aren’t you?” Haven asked.
Dean nodded. “We may be deployed late this month.”
“But, there is a war between Kuwait and Iraq,” Haven was stuttering. “You’re going into a battlefield.”
“Baby, I’m a soldier,” Dean reminded Haven. “And, I have to follow orders.”
Haven nodded. Her cheerfulness mellowed. Dean slipped his hand on Haven’s. Haven forced a smile. “For now, let’s just have dinner.” Haven softly murmured.
As they were eating, Haven’s mind wandered. Despite Dean’s efforts to comfort her, she could not hide her worry.
*****
Dean woke up in the smell of toast and bacon. He glanced at the other side of the bed, but he did not find Haven. He looked at clock on top of the end table. It was a quarter past nine in the morning. He thought Haven left to work.
He was surprised when Haven walked back to the bed with servings of French toast, bacon and protein smoothie. She was wearing Dean’s soldier hat and camouflage jacket.
“Oh, I love you,” Dean uttered as Haven placed the breakfast in bed.
“So what do you plan to do today?” Haven asked.
“Aren’t you in morning duty every Saturday?”
“Yeah,” Haven smiled naughtily. “But I called in sick.”
Dean chuckled. He pulled the tray away and put it in the end table. He then pushed Haven back to the bed and showered her with kisses.
“Is this your plan?” Haven asked flirtatiously.
Dean laughed. He kissed Haven more intimately. He then pulled away. “I have a better idea. Get dressed.”
Dean got up from the bed and quickly changed.
“Where are we going?” Haven asked.
“Home,” Dean answered.
“Home?”
Dean grabbed Haven’s car keys from the end table. “Let’s use your car.”
“Let me take a shower first,” Haven quickly unbuttoned Dean’s uniform.
Dean pulled her up from the bed. He fastened the buttons again. “You can take it there. Let’s go.”
Dean grabbed a pair of sneakers off the rack and hastily put it on Haven. His eyes widened when he found out that Haven was not wearing anything under his uniform. He stood and gave Haven a kiss. “Yup. Your perfectly fine,” He chuckled.
*****
Haven’s mouth dropped in awe when she entered the Clavell mansion. The living room alone was bigger than Lucy’s Pub. The furniture and sculptures were all elegant and magnificent. The chandelier that hanged in the middle of the living area had hundreds of crystals hanging.