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“I look forward to doing business with you, Thorsen.” He glances at Rook. “I want Abigail to be my point person going forward.”
Rook nods . “Understood.”
With that, he turns and walks away, leaving me with the man I love.
“Abby and Declan are home from their honeymoon,” Rooks tells me.
“What?” I laugh. “Since when?”
“Since tonight.” He laughs, too. “They looked wiped, but we need to tell them I found you so they can get some sleep.”
“They know you were looking for me?” I ask, even though it makes perfect sense why Rook showed up here. Abby must have told him to come.
“They know I love you,” he whispers.
Joy blooms in my heart. That emotion seeps over my expression. “Wow.”
“They’re happy for us.” He kisses me softly. “Not as happy as I am, but they’re happy.”
“Good.”
“Come home with me, Carrie,” he suggests. “Kirby is with her mom. It’ll just be the two of us.”
I need that. I need him all to myself tonight.
“Yes,” I say with no hesitation. “I want that. I need to tell you something.”
His gaze searches my face, stopping to look deep into my eyes. “Whatever it is, I want to hear it.”
I’m grateful because this man deserves my truth, every part of it.
CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
Rook
Seeing Carrie in my home is evoking a multitude of feelings within me.
She belongs here. I see it now as I watch her crawl beneath the covers of my bed and settle in with her back against the headboard.
We showered after we got here.
I called for a rideshare, and as the driver journeyed through Queens and into Manhattan, Carrie explained more about her connection to Allard and their shared loss.
In everything I’ve read about his father’s death, there was never a mention of the two people who were on the plane with him that night.
David Allard’s death overshadowed both because of his vast wealth.
Yet, a man who had a small daughter and a wife at home died that night, too, along with a pilot, leaving a void that could never be filled.
She tugs on the front of the T-shirt I gave her.
It has the name of my law firm stamped across the front of it. That was Posey’s idea, and after the initial order of twenty had been filled, I shut it down.
I took all of them home with me.
Posey has used a few for painting shirts, and Kirby has one hanging in her closet for when she’s older, but the rest are in a drawer in my bedroom.
I directed Carrie there to find a shirt, and that’s the one she grabbed.
