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Tears welled up and spilled over. "Thank you," she said, sounding strange and raspy.
"Don't thank me. This was all my fault..."
"No," Hannah said firmly. Her bandaged hand reached out and landed on Elliott's leg. "It wasn't. She was crazy, Elliott."
Elliott looked down, his eyebrows pulled together. Struggling with some emotion. Ricky squirmed in his hands and he placed him back in the box. "James is going to come pick him up and take care of him until you're better. He had all sorts of these weird things growing up." Hannah was about to speak when Elliott's head turned toward her, his eyes falling on hers. "Hannah... I... I love you." he said, the words full of all their heavy ramifications.
Hannah's mouth fell open, her heart swelling in her chest. She put her hand up to the side of his face, the white gauze making him look even paler. "I love you too," she admitted, sure of nothing else in the world.
Elliott smiled, a weak but hopeful smile. He leaned forward, holding her face between his hands and kissed her lips as if she were glass.
"Hey, I have some good news," he said, his smile warm and his eyes bright.
"What?"
"Well, I find myself with an opening for an office manager position..."
Hannah's laugh was instant and contagious.
Maybe he wasn't so impossible after all.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Hannah sat on the edge of their bed pulling her shoes on, trying not to seem overly suspicious. Elliott was dressed, his hair still damp from the shower.
It had been three months since crazy Sally kidnapped her. Elliott had stayed by her bedside day and night for a week until she was released and then informed her that he had already moved all of her possessions into his house.
They had settled into an odd domestic ease. Hannah walked downstairs the first morning to find that his fridge was actually fully stocked and she had taken up cooking seeing as he wouldn't allow her to return to work.
"I don't see why we have to do this," Elliott said, grabbing his wallet and stuffing it into his pocket.
"Well, because you need an assistant to run your errands."
"But you..."
"Will kill you if I have to pick up your dry cleaning without a thank you anymore," she cut in, smiling at him. She knew he was trying to keep her under his thumb, worried unnecessarily about her safety. "I love you, but I'm not fetching your coffee anymore."
"Fine," Elliott conceded, a ghost of a smile on his lips, "but why do I have to interview them too? Because I know you already have the one you want picked out," he said and laughed at the fake innocence in her eyes. "What'shisname?"
Hannah giggled. "Hername is Lena Edwards," she sent him a wicked smile, "and you're going to hate her." Elliott scoffed and pulled her to him, planting a long, passionate kiss on her lips before pulling away. "Now go or you're going to be late. I'll see you in a bit."
Elliott saw her strange smile but shrugged, walking down the stairs and out to his car. He didn't know what possessed him to do it but he glanced up toward his bedroom window and finally understood her amused, expectant smile she had given him.
A laugh came out of him, loud and appreciative.
Because there stuck out of his bedroom window was a pair of his boxer briefs.
