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I wish I was stronger back then. I’d give anything if I could have saved her. It only made me want to save you more. To never tell you or hurt you again.
You said I have to tell you the truth if I want a future with you. But the truth can’t seem to stop fucking up our lives, Cade.
So I decided to try this…
I’m sitting here in the hangar in my car, waiting on the jet I sent for you, and I have it all planned.
One perfect day with you.
One perfect night together.
Something we’ll always remember.
Because we’ll need it. Because after that, once I tell you the truth? I pray that somewhere, Pamela’s watching out for us.
She always loved you too.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Sink In by Amy Shark
It makes me bite my lip… how Redix is waiting there with a pink tulip in his hand.
His big heart breaks me open. The sight of him lighting up my shadows.
White linen pants. Black shirt open to his tan chest. Sun-streaked hair falling down. No shoes on, of course, while he leans against a blue Land Rover that’s got to be vintage. And he won’t take his eyes off me.
Usually, I’m so strong.
But my heart hammers. My knees shake.
I have to grab the metal railing, stepping down from the jet in the shade of the private plane hangar we pulled into.
I don’t know what we’ll do or what he’ll finally tell me, but with that look in his eyes, we’ll be okay no matter what truth comes from his lips.
He doesn’t say anything. Once I’m within his grasp, his hand cups my jaw, and his lips are on mine. The soar of my pounding heart takes my breath away as his deep kiss claims my mouth.
I’ve missed him so much; just the touch of him wakes my soul. His soft moan back, the heat of his skin against mine, does the same to him.
“Damn, you’re beautiful.” His breath lingers over my lips, his fingertips twirling the infinity lock he gave me around my neck. “No questions, Detective, for one day. You’ll let me spoil you. Deal?”
“Deal.”
I’d agree to a forehead tattoo right now.
His sky eyes study mine, and I can tell. “You’re nervous?”
“You keep giving me chances”—his thumb tickles over my bottom lip—“and I keep fucking them up.”
“But it’s me, your best friend.”
“Exactly.” His gaze won’t let go of mine. “It’s you, my world, and I can’t lose you again.”
“You never lost me.” My lips reach for his again. “And you never will.”
He has to believe me. It’s our only chance. I kiss him as passionately as I can, not giving a shit about the airport staff around us. He has to trust me, or we won’t make it. I may be his, always, but it doesn’t mean we can live together.
Not without the truth.
