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𝐎𝐟𝐟-𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 "𝐁𝐢𝐠 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧" 𝐁𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠. 🎵 An hour after the charity auction had started, John parked his truck in the country club lot. His Ford F-250 stuck out amid all the luxury sedans and SUVs. As he mounted the smooth, marble steps between impressive white columns, he was a jumble of excitement and nerves, in a different way than going out on a dangerous mission. “May I help you?” asked a woman in a chic black dress at the hostess stand. Her gaze roved over his camouflage uniform, down to his worn combat boots, wordlessly pointing out this was a classy affair. “My girlfriend’s here for the gala and auction.” “Do you have an invitation?” “Not with me,” he fudged. “I just landed an hour ago. I’ve been deployed overseas for months, and our flight was delayed. Would you be willing to use my phone to film me surprising her?” “Oh,” the hostess sighed, smiling and bringing a hand to her heart. “That’s so sweet and romantic.” They moved to the entrance of the huge ballroom. For a second, his breath stalled in his lungs. There had to be nearly three hundred people seated at round dinner tables. While there were probably a few executives with concealed carry permits and socialites packing pistols in purses, no one brandished AK-47s or rocket-propelled grenade launchers. It was nice to be on friendly soil. With his height advantage, he scanned the guests until he finally picked out Britney in a group near the back wall. “Follow me.” He set his phone to record a video and handed it to the hostess. “She’s the woman with long, dark hair in the red dress.” He started his stealthy approach, keeping out of Britney’s line of sight. As if on cue, the crowd parted and gave him a clear path. Three more steps to reach the group and John had a clear view of her profile and the man at her side: her cheating ex-boyfriend, Richard James McCall, the third, or fourth, or maybe the fifth. His hand rested possessively on Britney’s hip. John’s racing heart backpedaled, and he froze in place. Dicky boy gulped, and his eyes widened to show white around his irises. His hand dropped to his side and nudged Britney’s thigh. Okay, maybe not so ex anymore. Britney’s jaw dropped open and the champagne glass in her hand slipped. Liquid and glass crashed to the floor. Based on how her head swiveled to the faces of those around her, the fear in her eyes was for a different reason than Dicky. “John! What are you doing here?” Her voice warbled, and her spray tan paled a shade or two. “We just got back from deployment. I thought I’d surprise you. I see it worked.” “You didn’t tell me when you were coming back.” She edged away from Richard. 𝘛𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺. 𝘐 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘸. “Operational security. I explained why I couldn’t communicate on this mission.” And had to go dark on her after she posted on social media that he was deployed to Africa. Man, had he gotten his butt handed to him from command on that. John looked down at Dicky in his tailored tuxedo. Dicky gave an awkward, nervous smile, revealing his gleaming, chemically whitened teeth, and took a half step back. “I see the bigger surprise is on me.” John held his hand out to the hostess. “You can stop filming.” She darkened the screen and placed the cell phone in his palm like it might explode. A scene showing he’d survived a deployment unscathed only to have a bomb dropped on him the night he got home wasn’t the kind of video either he or Britney wanted going viral. He snagged a glass of champagne from a passing server. “This auction is to raise money for children’s cancer research.” Britney kept her voice low as she glanced around. “Can you go without making more of a scene?” “Go where? Home?” “No. I—I didn’t want to send you a Dear John letter while you were deployed. Your stuff’s in boxes in the garage.” The air whooshed from his lungs. Whoa. His stuff was packed? 𝘋𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘮. He hadn’t been kicked this hard in the nads in a long time. “We can talk later.” She gave a little shooing motion with her fingers. “No need.” Things were pretty clear. “I’ll go by the house, load my boxes, get my dog, and be out of your life by the time you get home from your swanky party.” Her gaze shot to Richard, who took another small step back. Red tinged her cheeks. “Um, about Boss,” she stammered, shifting her weight from one high-heeled foot to the other. “You’re not keeping Boss.” 𝗝𝗼𝗶𝗻 𝗝𝗼𝗵𝗻 𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗱𝘆!

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