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“Yes.” He doesn’t even catch his breath to answer me.
“What about you?” I slant my stare over to Quaid.
“I never fucking stopped,” he replies just as steadfast.
“Then we’re in agreement. We all love the woman lying inside that room. That will never change. So maybe it’s time we fucking did.”
“What do you mean?” Logan asks.
“She can’t choose between us, and right now, we would be fools to make her. Not until we find out what’s wrong with her and help her somehow.”
“What if what she needs is professional help?” Logan says, his mind still fixed on the idea that calling a doctor to check up on her would be the best course of action to take.
“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Right now, we have to be a united front. Be there for her until she comes clean. I don’t want her to spend a single moment alone. That means daytime and nights. We will take turns with who will sleep next to her at night, and make sure she’s taken care of.”
“And what if that isn’t enough? What then?” Quaid chokes out, his tormented heart doing the talking for him.
“I don’t know. But right now, this plan is all we’ve got.”
“So it’s decided. We’re staying. Right?” Logan asks unsurely.
“Were we ever not?” I cock my brow at them both, their answer plastered all over their faces.
That’s what I thought.
Chapter 1
Now
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Valentina
Ihave no idea where I am when I first wake up. Sun is streaming in from a window across the room, showcasing a perfectly cloudless day.
I’m in a hotel room, alone in an enormous king-sized bed that feels perfectly plush against my aching body.
Aching body…what—
Suddenly, everything comes rushing back. Making love with Logan, Carter walking in, all of them leaving.
The glass shattering. The blood from the cuts on my skin.
And then Carter. Carter was there, he’d come back.
There’s a solitary knock on the door, and then it creaks open and there he is, walking through the door towards me.
He’s really here. It wasn’t a dream.
“Baby,” he breathes, sitting down on the bed and gathering me in his arms. I want to live in his embrace and never leave.
“I’m sorry about what happened,” I whisper into his neck. He doesn’t say anything, he just strokes my hair softly. I relax into him, the steadiness of his heartbeat giving me peace.
He slowly pulls away after a moment, but I can tell that he’s reluctant to do so. My heart skips a beat because that seems like a good sign, right?
Or is he here to deliver the news now that he’s leaving?
“Logan and Quaid are back, they want to see you,” he tells me, and I give a little moan of relief.
