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    Unpredictable Love: MM Contemporary Military Romance
    Unpredictable Love: MM Contemporary Military Romance
    Unpredictable Love: MM Contemporary Military Romance
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    Unpredictable Love: MM Contemporary Military Romance

    By Cecilia Conner

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    When Logan Razor came back from serving his country, he didn't come back quite like he went in. The trauma he saw all around him gave him deep scars that only few chose to see. And only a few get to know.



    Rory Blue doesn’t know about being an injured veteran, but he knows what pain is like. He runs a soup kitchen to help vets in their time of need and to create a safe environment for them to co-exist and get along.



    But when Logan and Rory meet and find themselves in a makeshift friendship, they fall for one another much deeper than either of them predicted. Can Rory help Logan overcome his flashbacks? Can Logan show Rory an honest love that he's never had before?



    This is a standalone with an HEA and yummy hotness on the inside. Uh huh. That’s right. It’s real hawt. Mmph!

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPublishdrive
    Release dateJul 25, 2018
    Unpredictable Love: MM Contemporary Military Romance

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      Unpredictable Love - Cecilia Conner

      Love

      Unpredictable Love

      Copyright © 2018 by Cecilia Conner

      This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Everyone in this story is 18 or older and NOT blood related.

      Chapter 1

      Rory usually made it to the soup kitchen before it got too busy. Today, however, the chaos had decided to start without him.

      He rushed in through the kitchen door to find things already in full swing. He grabbed an apron off the rack, and as he started tying it on, he was approached by his friend and co-owner of the kitchen, Alice.

      Kind of you to join us, she greeted him.

      We’ve all slept through our alarms before, Rory replied.

      I haven’t.

      You probably just jinxed yourself.

      Alice grinned. You’re probably right. Can you run the line?

      Sure thing.

      Once he got into position, Rory comfortably fell into the rhythm of food service – bring out food bins, answer questions, help in the kitchen where needed. It was stressful work, but the light on the faces of the people coming through the line made it all worth it.

      As usual, the rush slowed to a trickle in the afternoon. Rory was spending more time in the kitchen, making sure the cooks adjusted their production for the decreased demand on the line. It wasn’t until now that he noticed the newcomer.

      There was a volunteer that he had never seen before who was occupied with chopping vegetables for the soup. He was tall and broad with dark hair and a tan complexion. He had an almost laser focus on the carrots and celery he was chopping into perfect pieces. This focus turned the corners of his mouth down in a frown and brought his brows to a crease.

      Rory edged into his field of vision.

      Hi there, I don’t think we’ve met before. I’m Rory, he said with a grin plastered on his face.

      The stranger scraped the vegetables off his cutting board into the bubbling pot. He gave it a stir before finally replying. If anything, he didn’t feel like replying at all.

      Logan.

      Rory’s grin turned into a smirk of irritation.

      Have you volunteered here before?

      Logan grabbed some seasonings and began measuring them with a quick assurance before dropping them into the soup.

      No. My first time. Logan kept his face void of emotion.

      Well, it’s great to have to you here, Rory chimed.

      He nodded in response. Clearly this soup was more important to him than this conversation, but Rory was determined to have his small talk, dammit.

      Do you live in the area? he pressed on.

      It’s kind of hard to concentrate with you talking to me, Logan replied.

      Rory was hit with a brick wall of Logan’s icy demeanor.

      Now, Rory wasn’t a petty person. Sure, he was persistent to a fault and sometimes picked his battles unwisely, but overall he had pretty good control over himself. Today, however, he was just irritable enough to get downright petty.

      Demand on the line is down. I think you can spare a few moments, he replied, placing the lid on the pot before Logan could add anything else to it. Logan narrowed his eyes at him.

      Small talk isn’t that important. He removed the lid and set it on the other side of the stove, out of Rory’s reach.

      It’s not about the small talk, it’s about being civil when another person is trying to be friendly.

      Well, thank you for asking about me. Can I get back to my job now?

      Hey Rory, I’ve got more bread, another volunteer called from across the kitchen. Rory was almost glad for the excuse to end the conversation because frankly, he didn’t have a good response.

      Between running the line and handling office work, Rory didn’t see Logan again that day. Their conversation replayed in his mind the rest of the day and left a bad taste in his mouth. He almost wanted to apologize, but what excuse did he have for himself other than just being in a bad mood?

      On the other hand, he wasn’t the only one at fault. This man didn’t make sense to him. Most of the people who worked in the soup kitchen were your typical philanthropists – bubbly, optimistic, talkative, the kind of person one would expect to find donating their time. What had driven this sullen man to volunteer? Volunteering meant that you had some sort of emotion to care about what you were doing and why.

      Rory made up his mind to crack this guy. Oh was he hell bent on doing so.

      He was back the next day.

      Rory made it to the kitchen early and saw Logan already at a counter seasoning meat and setting aside some vegetables. They made tense eye contact before Logan turned his attention back to his work. Rory reluctantly walked by him to wash his hands at the sink. The vibe Logan was giving off was that of a huge ass barrier of ‘don’t talk to me’.

      Morning, Logan muttered. Rory looked around, convinced the greeting was directed to someone else. Seeing no one nearby, Rory accepted the olive branch, cocking an eyebrow.

      Good morning, he replied. How are you?

      Fine.

      Logan seemed finished with the conversation, but Rory was determined to find a way to continue it. He watched as Logan began dipping the meat in egg yolks to bread it. His cooking smelled good and watching his hands move made him feel… relaxed? He tried again.

      You seem to really know how to handle food. Do you like to cook?

      Yeah. It’s the one thing I’m good at. Alright, a complete sentence. Rory had found his opening. About damn time. The pest in him was gearing up and ready.

      Did you ever train or take classes? he asked, rinsing the soap off his hands.

      No, just taught myself.

      Do you have a specialty?

      Not really. I’m great with fish, but I don’t specialize in anything particular. He began coating the meat with flour, patting it and placing it in a pan. Logan’s hands were scarred, but they didn’t look weak. No, his knuckles were pronounced and strength oozed off his hands.

      Oh, to be taken care of by hands like that… No, Rory didn’t want to think like that. He had to still break the guy.

      Maybe you could teach me sometime, Rory joked. I’m pretty hopeless in the kitchen.

      Maybe.

      Rory sensed an end to the discussion. Satisfied, he moved on.

      The lines at the kitchen grew longer, and Rory became busy. He didn’t have time for another conversation until the end of the day. After closing the kitchen, Rory and several other volunteers agreed to meet for dinner at a nearby restaurant. Rory turned to Logan who was by the door slipping on his jacket.

      Care to join us? Rory offered. Logan looked around, thinking he had spoken to someone else. Once he realized he was the recipient of this remark, he shook his head.

      I’m okay. He left without another word.

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