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He sighed and his shoulders slumped. “Why do you put up with my shit, Laila?”
“You want me to say it again, Jase?” She leaned closer and stared into his eyes. “I put up with your crap because I love you and I know how hard this is for you. Okay? That’s why.”
He stared down at his leg. The scars were no longer bright red. They were pink, but they weren’t pretty. They never would be. “When I called to you as you were getting on the plane? I wanted to tell you I’d changed my mind. That I didn’t want to let you go. I wanted to see if we could make it work.” He sighed. “Then those bullets hit me, and I figured my life was over.”
“It’s not, Jase,” Laila said, curling her fingers over his hand clutching the cane. “It makes me happy to know you wanted to try to stay together. And it’s still true. I want a relationship with you.”
He touched the scars on his leg with his free hand. “I have no idea why the hell you’d want that.”
She waited for him to raise his head, then held his gaze. “Because I love you, Jase. Maybe if I tell you often enough it’ll get through that thick head of yours.”
He shrugged one shoulder, turned around and limped back to the bed. But Laila was pretty sure Jase stood a little straighter.
