Seeking Me To Find You (Finding You Series Book 1) Read Free Page A

producing a human, that has a heart, who just wants to be loved. I believe that’s what it comes down to…love. Isn’t that what the world needs? Wasn’t that a song?
    Acceptance and love is all I’ve ever wanted from Sam. Growing up all my interactions with my dad came in a form of a check. There was no note, no nothing. I never received a call on my birthday or any other holiday. It wasn’t until I moved to California and forced him to acknowledge me that I knew what his voice actually sounded like. Even though I have a wonderful stepdad, no one or nothing can take the place of your biological father. It still plays with my psyche that my own flesh and blood has always kept his distance. There have been many nights Nate has tried to analyze why my friends were mostly guys but I couldn’t keep a boyfriend. He thinks I have created a wall around my heart, protecting it from disappointment and hurt.
    Going back to that new start, I begin making a list: 1) The town needs to be out of LA yet close enough for a good day trip. 2) I have to be able to find a good teaching job. 3) It has to be in area where I can explore the outdoors. 4) It has to feel like home. As I search through areas on my computer, one jumps out at me. San Clemente . The town is about sixty-six miles south of LA. I don’t want to estimate in time because traffic is traffic in Southern California. It’s close to a military base. As a little girl, I grew up living on a military base in North Carolina. Some people can’t handle the noise but I always found comfort hearing the blades of helicopters cutting through the air and artillery booming like thunder. In looking at schools in the area, it appears to have a noteworthy education system. Five stars on some sites I peruse. The high schools have top notch track and field teams, which maybe I can help coach. It appears the schools pay very well. One website touts on San Clemente’s exquisite beaches and others say it has an old town feel with all the new town upgrades. There are running, biking and hiking trails. Ding! Ding! Ding! I think we have a winner. Now I am off to find a job and a new home while seeking the life that I deserve.

Chapter Two
    Jackson
    “I don’t care if you puke up your last sperm, you need to get your ass into gear and start moving, Recruit! Momma’s boys! Is that all they’re recruiting? I could carry this piss ant from one end of this base to the other, in full battle gear, and not break a sweat. This is fucking ridiculous!”
    Ben just smiles his charming smile at me. “Missing the fleet much?” he says sarcastically.
    “You know what asshole, I know what we do is an ‘important part of the Corps,’ but man, what I wouldn’t give to hear the engines roar, to smell jet fuel while boarding the plane, feel the cold rush of air when the ramp opens, land jump out from twenty-seven thousand feet, and do twenty mile patrols. Now that’s what it is all about. How much longer do I have?”
    “You don’t have the countdown clock ticking somewhere?” Ben chuckled then finally put his drill instructor hat back on and lowered to a deep baritone, speaking to the lowly recruit whispering to a fellow recruit. “This isn’t your grandmother’s picnic. Get your sorry ass down and give me fifty.”
    Now that is getting down to business. That’s why I’m a Marine. It just sucks that ten years into my hard as nails career I was told I had to play drill instructor. At least I’m not stuck in an office promising my left nut to a scrawny teenage wanna be to make a recruiting quota. I think I would light my hair on fire and put it out with a sledge hammer!
    Moving from the East Coast to the West Coast along with Ben a little over a year ago now has been challenging. Things move faster, things are more expensive, however the beauty is outstanding. The East Coast beaches have nothing on the beaches of San Diego. And the girls! Sweet Jesus! The girls! They bike in their bikinis, they