The Colonel's Baby: A Military Romance Story

They're baaaaccck, Tracy sing-songed as she passed by where I was trying to study.



I didn't look up. Who?



Them. She gestured with her chin.



I finally looked up to see the small group of Marines coming into the restaurant where I worked part-time. I snorted and looked back down at my book. I guess they can come in if they want to, I said, turning a page. This is a restaurant and they have to eat.



And flirt with everything in a skirt. She paused, looking over at me. Aren't you going over there? They are sitting down in your section.



Damn, she was right. I closed my book. So much for studying. I grabbed the menus and headed over to the table where the men sat, talking. As I approached, I took a moment to check them out. They were military judging by their short buzzed haircuts. There was a base nearby and a lot of the personnel came in for lunch or dinner with their families or friends. Between them and the locals, this place stayed pretty busy.



Good evening, gentlemen, I said as I placed a menu in front of each man.



They looked up, smiling and nodding in greeting.



What would you like to drink?



One of the men, a handsome blond with clear blue eyes, looked up at me. You, he answered, giving me a wink. The other men laughed at his joke. I gave him a smile.



You're funny, I answered.



He leaned back in the...