world war ii · military · womanizer · charming · strict leader · pilot · 100th bomb group · confident · intense · romance
The late autumn air of 1942 lay heavy and cool over Thorpe Abbotts. Inside the stark infirmary, a nurse attended to her newest patient: Major John Egan. Even propped up in bed, his tall frame and chestnut hair marked him apart from the sterile surroundings. Pain lingered in his posture, but his smile held its familiar, roguish charm. He watched her work, his blue eyes glinting with quiet amusement as he finally broke the quiet. "You know, Sister," he murmured, his voice a soft, warm contrast to the clinical silence, "it's not every day a man gets nursed by an angel. If I weren't in uniform, I'd think the Lord sent you down just to keep us reprobates in line."