Hannah felt herself go all soft. "Do you really think so?"

"Hannah," Cheryl said, her eyes brightening as she spoke. "If I hadn’t seen it for myself, I would never have believed it. The man’s crazy about you. He loves you so much it’s eating him alive."

"But he’s never said so."

"I doubt that he knows how."

"Really?" To Hannah’s way of thinking, it would have been a simple matter for him to tell her. She’d told him often enough during the last days before he left for sea duty. Oftentimes she’d been left to wonder. The only time they’d made love was the night of the baby shower. It had been so beautiful, so perfect. Just thinking about the tender way in which her husband had made love to her filled Hannah’s eyes with fresh tears.

Her disappointment had been keen when he didn’t make love to her again before his departure. She knew he was worried about leaving her, worried about the baby being born while he was at sea. Hannah doubted he’d slept two winks that last night. He’d held on to her tightly until dawn. She’d woken once to find his hand softly rubbing her stomach. Hannah had wanted to assure him that she and Sam would be fine, but in the end he was the one offering promises before coaxing her back to sleep.

"Give Riley time," Cheryl advised softly. "I’ve seen so many changes in him since you’ve come into his life, and I’m beginning to think we’ve only viewed the tip of the iceberg."

Gradually, after listening to her friend, Hannah agreed. Her marriage was in its infancy; the best was yet to come.

"It won’t be long now," Hannah whispered to the sleeping infant tucked securely in her arms. Her gaze rested lovingly on her five-week-old son as she held him tightly against her, blocking out the April wind. Within a few minutes, her husband would view his son and see for himself the thick thatch of brown hair and high, smooth brow that was all Riley. The dimple on Samuel’s chin wasn’t as pronounced now as it had been the first couple of weeks following his birth. Their son was perfect, beautiful. If some doubted Riley was Samuel’s father, all they’d need do was to look into her son’s deep blue eyes and note the strong, dominant chin to be reassured.

As before, the wharf was crowded with the wives and children of the members of the Atlantis crew. Hannah had heard plenty of grumbling among the wives. Cheryl and Hannah had muttered their own fair share. The nuclear submarine was docking nearly two weeks later than the wives had been told to anticipate.

The last sixty minutes felt like sixty years to Hannah. And the days before had merged together – day into day, lonely night into lonely night. If Samuel hadn’t demanded nearly every minute of every day, and half of the nights, Hannah swore she would have gone crazy with anticipation.

As before, she’d helped to pass the interminable waiting by preparing every detail of Riley’s return – from the candlelight dinner of Riley’s favorite meal, chicken enchiladas, to the new pale pink silk gown she intended on wearing to bed that very night. Only this time she didn’t need any encouragement from Cheryl to purchase the frothy bit of lingerie. She’d gone down to the Kitsap Mall and bought it all on her own. She might have a long way to go before she could ever be termed a seductress, but Hannah was determined to learn.

The first men disembarked the Atlantis, and Hannah heaved a grateful sigh of thanksgiving. "It won’t be long now," she whispered into her son’s ear. "Daddy’s coming."

Cheryl was standing on the tips of her toes. "I see Steve."

"Is Riley close?" Hannah asked, hating the fact she wasn’t five inches taller and able to see for herself.

"Not yet… Oh, wait, he’s in front of Steve, scooting past everyone, making a nuisance of himself. My goodness, that man is determined to create enemies."

"Cheryl, please, don’t tease."

"Who’s teasing? One would think he was in a hurry to see his wife and son."

Hannah saw Riley just then, and it was as if the earth came to a sudden, abrupt standstill. The entire world seemed to tip on its axis as though awaiting the outcome of their reunion.

"Riley!" she shouted, raising her hand and waving like a crazy woman. She wasn’t the only woman behaving out of character. There was something about these reunions that did that to a Navy wife.

She edged her way past a couple of women and met Riley halfway. He stopped brusquely in front of her, his eyes drinking in the sight of her as his duffel bag slipped from his hands and fell to the pier.

She smiled up at him, but her vision blurred when her ;yes filled with tears of profound happiness. After all the trouble she’d gone through with her makeup, she struggled to keep them at bay, not wanting to ruin the effect.

His hand found her face, gently cupping her cheek. His touch rippled through her like an electric shock as his thumb caught the single tear.

"You’re more beautiful than I remember."

"Oh, Riley."

Being careful of the baby, Riley wrapped her in his arms and buried his face in the curve of her neck, breathing in deeply as if the scent of her were the only thing in the world that would revive him.

He kissed her then, his mouth desperate but tender. Their lips clung as the tears spilled down Hannah’s wind-chapped cheeks.

"Oh, Lord, Hannah," he growled, his arms circling her and dragging her as close as they could with the slumbering child between them. "I love you so damned much. I love you." He chanted the words as if they’d been burning on his lips, in his heart and mind, ready to be shared for far too long.

He searched for her mouth and worshiped her in a kiss that left Hannah trembling and shaken. His tongue sought hers, firing to life a need so strong it burst like fire inside her. "Riley…you make me forget the baby."

He raised his eyes to her as though he’d forgotten for the moment that their son was between them. Slowly he lowered his gaze to Samuel.

All her life Hannah would cherish the look of wonder and love that came into her husband’s eyes.

"Riley," she said softly, "meet your son. Samuel, this is your daddy."

Chapter Fourteen

"Hannah?" Riley called to his wife, certain the infant in his arms was about to wake and cry. His heart thundered with dread at the possibility.

"Yes?" She stuck her head out from the kitchen. He didn’t know what she was cooking, but he hadn’t smelled anything so delicious in months. She’d banished him to the living room, claiming dinner was a surprise. Everything about Hannah was incredible. He’d been struck by her beauty many times, but never more profoundly than now. It took him several minutes to realize the marked difference. In the process of saving Sam, she’d made the passage into womanhood. There was a maturity in her beauty, a radiance and freshness that awed him.

She was reed slim, her waist as narrow and trim as the light they’d met. And her hair was longer now, reading halfway down her back. Watching her as she walked caused his fingers to ache with the need of her. It was too soon after the baby’s birth, he realized, to consider making love. Riley was almost relieved. He released a jagged sigh. Many a lonely night, he’d fallen asleep remembering how remarkably good the loving had been between them. A hundred or more times he’d cursed himself for wasting the last precious days they’d spent together. He’d wanted her with a desperation that was with him still. Yet he held back, convinced he was doing the right thing.

"Sam’s awake," Riley murmured. After all the torturous days of waiting for this moment to hold his son in his arms, Riley felt terrified. Eight pounds had sounded large for a baby, but the tiny being in his arms seemed incredibly…tiny. Riley was almost afraid to breathe for fear of disrupting him.

"He won’t break," Hannah explained softly, walking into the living room, "I promise you. Relax. You’re as stiff as cardboard."

A second sigh quivered through Riley’s chest. Samuel stared up at him and cooed softly, seeming to enjoy his father’s discomfort.

"He’s not nearly as frightening as he looks," Hannah teased on her way back into the kitchen.

Riley didn’t know how she could be so calm about it. To the best of his knowledge he’d never held a baby in his life. It seemed to him that one should ease into this heavy responsibility. Riley, however, had been given little option. The minute they arrived home, Hannah had donned an apron and thrust Samuel into his arms and suggested the two become acquainted while she put the finishing touches on dinner.

Samuel stirred, wide-awake now. He gazed up at Riley with huge, quizzical eyes that were the precise color of his own, Riley realized, feeling inordinately proud. A warmth took root in his heart unlike anything he’d ever experienced. His heart full, Riley bent down and gently kissed Samuel’s brow.

Doing his best to relax, Riley eased his back against the recliner. Only a few months before, he’d lived his life independent of others, free to do as he wished. If he wanted to party away the night and stagger home drunker than a skunk, he’d done so without a qualm. He’d answered only to himself. His life had been his own, free of entanglements.

All that had changed from the minute he’d met Hannah. He’d married her for reasons he had yet to grasp fully. Because of the sins of the past. Because it had been the right thing to do. For her. For his future with the Navy. For his son.

He’d said his vows before the chaplain, never realizing he was bound by far more than a few spoken words. Hannah, and now Samuel, had sunk tender hooks into his heart, and he would never be the same man again.

Gently lifting Samuel in his arms, Riley awkwardly placed his son over his shoulder and patted the impossibly small back.

This was his son. The fruit of his desire for a beautiful woman who had come to him in grief and pain – Only Riley had been so absorbed by her beauty and her purity that he hadn’t noticed. It came to him that he should plead for Hannah’s forgiveness for his lack of insight. By all that was right, he should set her free to marry the kind of man she deserved – someone like Terry Sanders. While Hannah fussed in the kitchen, Riley tried to imagine what his life would be like without her now. His thoughts grew heavy and dark as his mind froze with dread and fear of an empty life without his wife and son.

He’d found contentment with Hannah. And love. God help him from being weak and greedy, but he needed her.

Hannah returned to the room, paused and smiled lovingly when she viewed them. "Much better. You look almost comfortable."

Riley frowned. "Why do I get the impression you’re enjoying this?"

Her smile deepened. "Because I am. Did you count his fingers and toes?"

"No. Should I?" It hadn’t entered Riley’s mind that there might be an abnormality.

"No." She laughed at his distress. "Honestly, I had no idea you’d be such a fretful father. When they brought Sam to me the first time, I held him in my arms and peeled open the blanket just to be sure. I thought you might feel the same compulsion to check everything about him."