A Valentine Short Story


Cupid in Camo

Lindy maneuvered the enormous bouquet of red and silver, heart-shaped balloons from her old station wagon. Wouldn’t her serious, hard-working fiancé be surprised? They’d planned to meet for dinner after he’d finished some paperwork at the office.  Six months ago she would have never imagined making floral deliveries.  That was before the cable company farmed out their customer service techs to another country.

Skipping the elevator, she popped up two flights of stairs eager to see him.  The firm had already ended their business day, but the suite remained unlocked.  Only a single lamp lit the reception area. She skipped down the hall with the balloons bouncing against the walls and her head.  Quietly, she turned the door knob to Brad’s office.  Hmm … no one there.

Occasionally, he laid out his briefs on the conference room table.  Setting her phone to record, she rounded the corner for the meeting room and burst through the door.  “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby!”  The colorful array of Mylar whirled in ahead of her.

A feminine screech set Lindy back on her heels.  The woman scampered behind the enormous table like a frightened deer.

On the conference table, right next to his tighty-whities briefs lay a haply discarded pink bra. Like a Master Card commercial, his expression was priceless.

“Well, isn’t this a YouTube moment.”  Lindy squinted while her phone recorded him gaping like a wide mouth bass.

Brad’s expression morphed from shock to anger, but his well-trained tongue failed him. Probably in his best interest.

The odd things that flitted thought one’s mind at such a moment,  like too bad helium wasn’t flammable. The flickering candles on the credenza taunted her. Roasted, unfaithful attorney sounded like an excellent Valentine’s entrée.

“Be sure to check your ratings,” Lindy said in disgust. She’d never uploaded a video to the internet, but then the naked couple in front of the lens didn’t know her intent.  She spun about dragging the bouquet of hearts with her. Anger and hurt heated her veins as she fled. Her brother, Dan, never liked Brad.  Guess a good man could spot a lousy one easily.  She’d certainly respect his opinion of men from now on.

With tearing flowing, Lindy shot from the office building. What she’d give for her brother’s broad shoulder right now, but her aching heart was nothing compared to his daily strife of surviving in Afghanistan.

Back inside her rusted ride, she drove for home. Each mile closer, the more she detested the balloons and what they represented. A radio commercial advertising Valentine’s Day gave her an idea and she turned at the next light.

Inside the mall, she found a card shop bustling with customers in search of last minute Valentine cards and gifts.  She stood near the entrance waiting for opportunity to turn her lemon of a day into lemonade.  As patrons exited she pulled lose a balloon. “For your Valentine.”

Ten minutes later and many hearts lighter, her outlook had shifted. At least she hadn’t already married the cheating loser. She’d made it to her apartment door and struck the key when her cell phone buzzed. The ass hat better not be calling her. A local number displayed on the screen.  It wasn’t Dan’s. “Hello?” she answered hesitantly.

“Lindy?” a man’s deep voice replied.


“This is Conner.  I’m a friend of Dan’s…”

“Oh God…”  Her heart leaped to her throat.

“He’s fine. I didn’t mean to scare you. Sorry. I just arrived stateside and he asked me to get in touch with you. His unit is out of communication for the next few days.”

“I understand.” It meant they were on some mission and he couldn’t call her.  Since eighth grade when she’d been dumped by a boy the day before Valentine’s Day, Dan had always given her a silly card and some trinket or candy.

“I apologize for it being so late, but my plane was delayed. How’s your Valentine’s Day?”

“Great!” She swallowed hard over the lie. “Thanks for taking the time to call for my brother. You’re on your way home?”

“To the base, but I promised Dan I would deliver his gift for you.  If you’re going to be home, I can drop it by in the next few minutes”

“Just walking in the door.”  Lindy rattled off her address. Her brother had mentioned Conner occasionally in his e-mails, but he’d never mentioned his buddy was stationed locally. Conner had impeccable timing after her shitty day.  Maybe he could redeem her current opinion of the male species.

She downed a glass of wine while she waited. Poor guy was probably going to be late to his Valentine while fulfilling his promise to Dan. A car engine snapped her to attention. Lindy opened her apartment door.  A tall, sandy-haired soldier stepped from a taxi carrying a bouquet of heart-shaped balloons. It was all she could do not to laugh.

He strode up. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Lindy.”

His broad shoulders filled out his military camouflage blouse nicely and his stunning blue eyes seemed happier to see her than her ex-fiancé ever had. Imagine what he’d done for his Valentine.

“From Dan,” he said handing her the curling streamers. “He asked me to give you this, also.” He branded her cheek with a kiss that made her toes tingle.

“Aww…thanks. Nice to meet you Conner.  Won’t you please come in for a few minutes, and tell me how Dan is doing?” She expected him to decline.

“Sure.” He retrieved his bag from the waiting taxi then followed her inside.

Lindy’s intense attraction to Conner threw her off kilter.  She’d never been a love at first sight type of girl. She swore she’d been shot with a lusty arrow from some little winged cherub. She motioned for him to the sofa. “I’m having some wine. Would you like some, or maybe a beer?”

“Haven’t had either in months. A beer sounds like heaven.” He smiled, set his gear down then sat on the sofa.

After refilling her glass, Lindy returned with a brew in hand and sat next to the man who had thirty pounds of brawn on her sibling. “Please tell me how my big brother is really doing.  His too pleasant e-mails leave me wondering.”

She hung onto his every word about their daily lives in the military. Conner didn’t reveal any of the dangers of their job, but amused her with funny stories. It seemed Dan and he were the jokesters in their unit.

He finished the last of his beer and she glanced at the balloons tied to the kitchen chair.  The irony of the day bordered on karma. “Conner, you made this Valentine’s Day very special.” She touched his shoulder, noting hard muscle beneath his uniform.

His cheeks reddened as he gave her a bashful smile and stood. “It was great to finally meet you. You’re as sweet as Dan said.”

She cleared her throat. “I miss him.”

“He said he’d be back in time for your wedding.” He glanced to the ring on her wrong hand and cocked his head.

She sighed. “He doesn’t know, but I called off the wedding. Today in fact. Dan was right about Brad.”

“I’m sorry.” He took her hand and gave it a comforting squeeze.

“It’s for the best.” She was angry at being so gullible, but deep down there was relief. “So, how long before you have to go back?”

His eyes brightened. “My tour is done.” Then he scrubbed his beard stubble. He’d probably been traveling close to twenty-four hours to get home.

She wished she could get to know more about this man her brother was so close to. “Good for you.  And I bet you need to get to your Valentine and I’m holding you up.

“No Valentine at the moment.” He grabbed his gear bag.

Will you be staying in the area? I’m sure Dan will want to catch up when he gets home.” She hoped to see more of him.

“I’ll be staying on base until I can rent a place.”  He gazed about her living room.  “Do you know of any vacancies in this complex?  It’s close and would save on gas.”

Lindy steeled her resolve and went for it.  “Well, since my tour of engagement ended abruptly, I’m going to need to get a roommate. You interested?” A man she’d just met, but she trusted her brother’s judgment completely.

Conner broke into a wide grin and dropped his duffel. “Even better…How about I treat you to dinner?  It still is Valentine’s Day.”

“And you must be a cupid?” She winked.

He slipped his brawny arm through hers.  “Bet you never thought you’d meet one in camo.”

No, but if she was lucky, she might get a glimpse of one without them…



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