Page 90 of Jonny’s Redemption

“Baby.” Jonny barely got the word out before his body started shaking.

“What’s funny, Jonny?”

I glanced around the packed room. Alec, Weston, Chasin, Holden, Jameson, and Nixon all had matching smiles. Macy was straight-up frowning. Silver, Charleigh, and Kennedy looked concerned. When my eyes landed on Evie, I wasn’t sure if she was going to bust a gut or burst into tears.

“What the hell is wrong with all you people?”

Jonny was standing close but not too close, then suddenly there was no distance between us. I was in his arms and I noted he no longer looked amused. Shadows marred his beautiful blue eyes.

“Jonny?” I whispered.

“Worst two hours of my life.”

“I’m fine.” My hands traveled up his chest and cupped his stubbled jaw. “Totally fine.”

Jonny’s eyes went to the goose egg on my forehead and I watched up close as he mentally washed away the anger.

“Yeah, you are.”

“So why all the shouting?”

His face softened but his arms around me got super tight.

“He wanted to go into the bedroom and get you,” Macy helpfully supplied when Jonny didn’t answer, though I still didn’t understand.

“And?” I prompted.

“And?” That was Evie.

“Yeah, and? I don’t get it.”

“He was prowling around the room like a pissed-off caveman gearing up to barge into the bedroom and drag you out.”

Now I was extra confused. None of that explained why Jonny and Macy had been facing off.

“I think you need to find me a new doctor.” I was talking to Jonny. “Maybe the hit to my head rattled me stupid.”

Something not friendly suffused his features.

Yikes.

“Too soon?”

“Too soon,” he confirmed.

“Okay,” I said slowly. “Then can you explain why everyone’s being so weird and use small words, because I’m totally lost.”

“I love you.”

The fierceness in his tone wrapped around me like a warm, soft blanket on a cold winter’s night. It chased away the chill and heated me up from the inside out.

That was my Jonny.

Fierce.

Protective.

“I—”