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“Me wanting you isn’t new.” Emotion filled his eyes as he confessed, “I’ve known you most of my life, Em… I’ve watched you turn into the woman you are now, and I tried like hell not to want you… But somewhere along the way, it got too hard. I just couldn’t help myself.”
“But are you sure we’re ready for everything?”
“Everything?”
“The club. Your kids. Jax… Us.”
He sat there for a moment, and then his lips slowly curved into a smile. “We don’t have to figure out everything today, but I’m not going to pretend that I want to take this thing slow.”
“Of course you don’t.”
“Hell, why would I?” he scoffed. “We’ve already spent years gettin’ here. No reason to waste any more time.”
“You sound so sure.”
“Because I am.”
He tried to lean forward, but he didn’t get far before his shoulder reminded him he couldn’t move the way he normally did. I smiled as I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his, kissing him briefly before saying, “You need to get some rest.”
“Em.”
“Rest, Cole.” I stood, gathered all the remaining bandages, and placed them on his dresser. “I’m going to get some work done.”
“When you coming back?”
“A couple of hours… maybe less.”
“Okay.”
He grimaced as he inched to the edge of the bed. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going with you.”
“What?” When he got to his feet, I realized he was being serious. “You aren’t going with me.”
“I’m not staying here.”
“You were shot.”
“A week ago.”
“It’s barely been a week, and you could’ve died.”
“But I didn’t.” He slipped his good arm around my waist and pulled me closer. “But I might if I have to stay in this room a minute longer.”
“That’s a bit dramatic.”
“Just drop me off at the garage or something.”
“Not happening.”
“Come on, Em… The walls feel like they’re closing in on me here.”
I’d been there since the first night, watching over him and making sure his fever didn’t spike or his stitches didn’t burst open. I was so scared I was going to lose him, but every morning, he would wake up a little stronger. Today was his best morning yet, but I didn’t want to take any chances.
“Fine, I’ll take you to your house, but only if Blade says it’s okay.”
“Fair enough.” He grabbed his cut from the foot of the bed and his keys from the dresser. “I need to get ready for the kids.”
