Abby's Promise

He walked out of my life eight years ago, and for the first couple of years, I wrote him faithfully. Then life happened, and we lost track of each other. Now he's back; appearing one day on campus and sweeping me off my feet. He looks the same—rough stubble on his square jaw, broody brown eyes, thick brows that always lifted when I made him laugh. My Jo-Jo has come home after eight years in Afghanistan.

She looks the same as I remember her in high school, but now she's all woman—sophisticated, educated, and just as curvy as ever. And now she's a professor, and I'm falling for her all over again like I did at senior prom. War screwed me up, but every day Abby was my saving grace. She promised one day she'd never let me go, made me promise I'd come back to her. I've come back to claim that promise. There's just one problem: Abby's moved on.

How will I convince the love of my life that a day never went by without her on my mind?