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But all of them leave me as I drown in Skylar’s scent, in those tired eyes and that too-pale skin.
“God, I missed you,” I breathe, my voice hoarse.
Her eyes widen and she takes a step towards me but loses her footing. I’m crossing the distance to her in a second, wrapping an arm around her waist to keep her steady.
“Shit, sorry,” she hisses, gripping my shoulder. “This is so embarrassing,” she huffs. “It’s not like I forgot how to walk.”
“You’re healing,” I assure her. “Your electrolytes are probably out of balance, too. When’s the last time you ate?” I ask her gently.
She steadies herself as I reluctantly release her. “I can’t remember,” she mumbles. “River wanted me to, but nothing seemed appetizing.”
I’ll be damned if she doesn’t eat while I’m here.
I can handle not holding her or touching her, to a degree.
But she’s eating if it’s the last thing I do.
“I’d be happy to cook for you, if you’d like,” I say, smiling at her.
She blushes. “Oh, you don’t have to do that,” she murmurs. “I’m perfectly capable of cooking for myself. And you guys have already done so much for me.”
“Skylar,” I say as she follows me into the kitchen.
“Yeah?”
“Let me take care of you.”
“But you don’t have to?—”
“I want to,” I say. “I want to so badly it makes me sick. Sweetheart, let me do this for you,” I insist.
I need to provide for her. Care for her.
“Okay,” she replies, giving me a half smile. “If you insist.”
19
SKYLAR
Landon’s just as handsome as ever.
His defined jawline, kind warm eyes, and perfectly styled brown hair make my stomach flutter. He’s in a fitted white button-up shirt, jeans, and a slim, grey tie.
My mouth waters just looking at him.
My body may still be fragile, but my inner Omega is wide awake and ready to pounce.
Even if I can’t stand up properly.
I was so consumed with need last night that I didn’t even bother to talk to River about things that mattered—like how the investigations were going, or if there are any signs of April.
At the thought of my friend, my smile fades and my stomach twists.
Landon notices immediately. “Sit down,” he says as I follow him into the kitchen. “Let me do this for you. Just tell me what you’d like to eat,” he adds, a hint of a command in his voice.
It’s easy to obey Landon, and I make my way over to the couch. I wrap myself in the cream throw, soaking in the warmth as I try to decide what sounds appetizing.
But my mind keeps flitting back to my friend.
