Time Invested
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Why won’t Meagan Murphy’s father allow her to date anyone in uniform? He must have reasons he hasn’t shared, but contrary to Daddy’s rules, Meg meets Ryan Cullen while volunteering at the USO and throws caution to the wind. Ryan only has a short time before his unit ships out, and Meagan intends to make the most of the time they have left together. His parting gift is a ring on her finger and a request that she wait for him to return. Will he make it home to ask permission for her hand…or are all those nightly radio newscasts about mounting casualties warning her to prepare for the worst?



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Date de parution 20 juin 2012
Nombre de lectures 0
EAN13 9781773626321
Langue English

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Time Invested (A novella) By Ginger Simpson Digital ISBNs EPUB 978-1-77362-632-1 Kindle 978-1-927476-17-8 WEB 978-1-77362-633-8 Amazonprint 978-1-77362-634-5
Copyright 2012 by Ginger Simpson Cover art by Michelle Lee All rights reserved. Without limiting the rights un der copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any mean s (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of both the copyright owner and the above publisher of this boo k.
Texas, March 1943
Chapter One
Meagan Murphy tapped her toe beneath the food-laden table despite the fact she’d been hunched over it for hours, dishing out portion s at the weekly USO dance. Preferring to find a partner and have a little fun, she methodically spooned mashed potatoes onto passing plates and eyed the “Jitterbu ggers” on the floor. “May I have some gravy please?” A deep voice drew h er attention. The eyes she looked into darkened, and his perfectl y formed lips curved into a dimpled smile. She cleared her throat and picked up the ladle. “Say when.” “How about right after I polish off this chow.” “Excuse me?” She cocked a brow. “You said, say when. I thought you were inviting me to dance.” He winked. There was something about him—different from the ot her GIs. Flirting was a common occurrence here, and she generally ignored i t, but this brazen specimen piqued her interest. Still, she didn’t dare encoura ge him because her of her father’s presence at the dance. She rolled her eyes. “I mean t tell me how much gravy you want on your potatoes.” Drizzling juice over his plate, she spoke in her best business-like tone. “When!” He dabbed at a spot of gravy on the plate’s edge and flashed a smile. “Now, about that dance…” He licked his finger clean . The fellow behind him cast an impatient stare at he r and thrummed his fingers on the table. “You’re holding up the line,” she said to the flirt , her cheeks heating. Nerves clutched at her stomach, stealing the appeal of the mingling food aromas. “Tell me your name, and I’ll move along.” He stood firm. “Meagan. Now scoot! You’re going to get us both int o trouble.” She glanced across the room to where her father sat, hating when he dr opped in. His presence put a giant damper on the evening. Showing anything more than p olite attention to men in uniform wasn’t tolerated. Daddy’s demand proved to be a tes t of her resilience…especially tonight. She turned her gaze back to the fellow who hadn’t budged. “Name’s Ryan Cullen.” He finally moved on to the br eadbasket but kept his stare focused on her. “I’ll look for you when you’re done serving.” Managing a weak smile, she pondered how to avoid hi m and an embarrassing explanation, then turned her attention away and wav ed to her mother and younger sister, Martha, who sat next to her father along th e far wall. Thomas Murphy, a local councilman, fulfilled his civic duty by visiting on ce a month to show his support of the USO and their mission. Why did he have to pick tonight? Her sister fidgeted and slumped in her chair. The l ook on her face screamed ‘bored to tears.’ The situation wouldn’t be any different had Martha been older, because Daddy only supported the troops to the extent that they s tayed away from his daughters. Meagan sighed. So much for dancing with Ryan Cullen . At least tonight. Hopefully, he’d come next week when her father stayed home and listened to his infernal radio.
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