Overview

Loving a soldier means learning where the perimeter is.

She left Los Angeles burned out, bruised by ambition, and certain that quiet would save her.

Seattle gave her rain, distance, and a woman who never said more than she meant.

This is a story about desire without chaos, intimacy without spectacle, and the kind of love that doesn’t announce itself — it simply makes space. Moving between hotel rooms, border crossings, mountain towns, and moments of stillness, Laurelhurst races the slow unraveling of a woman learning to trust steadiness after years of survival.

Sensual, observant, and deeply felt, this is a love story for anyone who’s mistaken intensity for connection — and is brave enough to want something quieter, truer, and harder to walk away from.