Rose wasn’t sure why she’d bother to come.
The USO hall was packed with holiday merriment. Clusters of mistletoe hung around the dance floor, attracting the attention of the boys in uniform or their sweethearts. But it didn’t matter, at least, not to Rose.
Joe wasn’t there.
She should have realized what the handsome private meant to her before he’d shipped out. But she’d been too scared, of lonliness, becoming a war widow. But sending Joe away hadn’t stopped her from loving him.
Rose glanced across the crowd, her mouth suddenly dry. Joe marched toward her, his lips curving into a hesitant smile as he stopped in front of her.
Joe swallowed. “I know you said you didn’t want to see me again, but. . .”
“I was wrong.”
“Oh, yes.” Rose closed the distance between them, cupping his rugged face in her hands and drawing him close. “About everything.”