Luke (Men of A Corps #3) Read Online Olivia Sinclair

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: Men of A Corps Series by Olivia Sinclair

Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)

A brother’s best friend military romance

A beautiful stranger shows up at my door.
She asks for a kiss now I’m going to make her mine.
She says she has something to tell me.

I’ve had a crush on Luke since I was twelve.
He doesn’t even know my real name.
When he was injured my heart broke, now I need to know he’s okay.
Do I have to let my crush go or can I persuade him we belong together?




Have you ever had an obsessive crush on someone? I don’t mean peering-in-windows obsessed, but where you can’t even entertain being with someone else because they can’t possibly compare with your crush? Even if the object of your desire is in another country or state and may not even know your real name, and certainly hasn’t seen you since you were an awkward, socially-inept teenager. I’m no longer a teenager, but it’s quite possible I still haven’t outgrown awkward, just so you know.

Anyway, that’s how I feel about my oldest brother’s best friend, Luke. I first met him when I was twelve and my brother brought him home on leave for Christmas. I’ve never been clear if Luke doesn’t have family or if they just aren’t close. All I know is any time Andy and Luke had leave at the same time they came to our house outside of Denver. That first Christmas I remember not being able to speak — he was just that beautiful, all tight bronze skin over muscles, eerie light blue eyes and hair cropped so close it was hard to tell what color it was. And dimples. When he laughed, his whole face lit up.

When I opened my mouth to say something, nothing came out for the entire week he was there. It would have been more embarrassing, but as the youngest of five kids, I was used to not being heard unless I shouted. And the others weren’t going to object to one less competitor for any attention.

That first time I stayed on the periphery, groaning silently when I opened a Christmas present to find yet another doll, glad then that nobody was paying attention to me. My mom was having trouble acknowledging that her youngest child was now too old for toys. She still is, I got a Disney Princess movie collection this year… Luke was kind enough, he’d smile at me occasionally and not ignore me because I was a kid but mostly he and Andy ate a lot and then went out to meet Andy’s friends. When they were in the house, the other kids pestered them for stories of adventure. And I sat there, mute, falling in love.

And that’s pretty much how things went until the last time I saw him when I was sixteen. Don’t cringe, nothing really happened then either. Andy and Luke were only back for three days, a quick visit before deploying with the Navy to the Middle East for what was expected to be at least eighteen months. I might have been secretly hoping that he’d notice me now that I had curves, but I suspect at twenty-three he saw me as still a kid. Plus, my flirting skills were non-existent compared to my older sister Marcia. She didn’t have any luck with him, either.

After that, Andy went into recruitment, stationed in Florida, and while they stayed friends, they hung out there when they got together. My crush didn’t die, though. I might be the youngest, but I’m devious. In a family with five kids, I know not to make anything like that obvious unless you want to be teased to death and still walk away without any information. No, there’s always a better strategy. Every now and then when it was my turn to talk to Andy on the phone, I would throw out something like “are you engaged yet? Mom says she wants grandkids and I want to be a young, hip aunt.” Andy would splutter in reply and I’d go in with the right hook, “aren’t all your friends married by now?” And that would get me a recital of what everyone was up to, usually starting with, “Luke isn’t even dating anyone…”

And I could breathe again for a bit. There was still hope. Even though Andy never caught on to this ploy, my strategizing was well known in the Carson household. Which is why Andy had christened me Patton, after the famous general when I was about six. And that’s what Luke thinks my name is. Or at least that’s all he’s ever heard me called and I’m not pretending he’s ever thought about it any harder than that. While I suppose in a way it’s a compliment, it’s not a nickname that conjures romance or sex or, well, anything I want Luke to think about me.