“Bullet graze?” I slowly questioned as the once-cold liquid began to burn.
“Yes. Do you remember what happened?” she questioned.
Images flashed through my mind as I remembered Jace turning and pointing a gun at me, followed by the loud shots that rang out. “A little.”
“Well, let me finish getting you cleaned up, and then you can speak with the officers in charge,” she said, continuing checking me over and dabbing at my face in spots.
A little while later, I lay in bed on my side with my eyes closed. I’d been kidnapped during the bomb threat at work, and Jace was now dead and I was alive, thank God. I heard the door to my room open, but I didn’t bother to roll over. I felt the bed dip down on the opposite side and felt a large, warm hand rest gently on my leg.
I let out a deep breath and rolled over partially onto my back to see Grant sitting beside me. I placed my hand on his. My brother stood at the end of my bed.
“Thank God you are all right,” Chris said, grabbing hold of my foot.
“We were worried about you,” Grant continued.
“If it hadn’t of been for you circling those charges on your credit card records and Grant here, we might not have found you,” Chris continued.
I was overcome with emotion as I lay there looking back at both of them. My brother, who had placed Grant in my path to protect me, and Grant, who had done nothing but his best to make sure I was safe, to make sure I felt safe, were both here by my side.
“I’m sorry I failed you, Bec,” Grant said, gripping my leg.
I looked to my brother, who stood there shaking his head at Grant. “You didn’t fail her. She’s alive, isn’t she?”
“Yeah, and scarred for life.”
“Man, you are so stubborn.” Grant turned and glared at Chris.
When I cleared my throat, Grant instantly hung his head, and Chris looked at me, shaking his.
I looked back at my brother. “Chris, can you get me a juice, please?” I asked before the two most important men in my life took a swing at one another. “Orange, if possible.”
Chris looked at me and back to Grant then nodded. I had remembered a letter Grant had written to me after his troop had been attacked and how he had felt he had failed as a leader because three of his men would not be able to return home. He had stated how he wished it had been him who had died in the explosion. It had taken me a few weeks to figure out what to say to him after receiving that letter. I couldn’t imagine how torn he must have been, or what it must have been like to be fighting that inner turmoil. Although, after all this time, I still had my doubts about what I had written to him. I feared my advice had been juvenile and probably didn’t make him feel any better.
As soon as the door to my room had closed, I slowly sat up and pulled my legs into a criss-cross position. I scooted down towards Grant, trying hard not to use the arm that had been injured. I leaned in and wrapped my arms around his neck and held him. He didn’t move, yet I stayed that way for a while, until I finally felt him wrap his arms around me. I even felt him place a kiss on my neck. We stayed like that for what felt like forever, until I placed my hand on his cheek.
“Do you remember the letter you wrote to me after your accident overseas?” I practically whispered.
Grant gave me a questioning look.
“The one you said you wished it had been you that had been killed when that IED went off?”
“How could I forget? I still live with that memory and that guilt every single day and will for my entire life.”
I nodded in understanding. “I’m going to be honest with you. I never really knew how to answer you when I read that letter. I sat on it for two weeks, and what I wrote to you still probably didn’t help you. I know you still carry that guilt with you that you failed people.”
“Of course I do, but Becca, don’t be ridiculous. You listened. You tried to help me. Of course, your words comforted me when I needed them most, like they always had.”
I smiled and shook my head. “I think it’s time that you let that guilt go, Grant. I want you to know that you didn’t fail as a leader.”
“Well, thank you, but I hate to tell you I did.”
“But you didn’t. If it had been you that night, then you wouldn’t have been there to save me. You saved me.”
Grant laughed. “I didn’t save you, Becs.”
“You did. You were the one who found those charges. You were the one who remembered you had put those cameras in.”
Grant raised his head and looked into my eyes. “How did you know about that?”
“Jace. He told me that my boyfriend wouldn’t be able to come and save me. That they had disconnected the cameras. So, if you had died that night, I would probably be dead now.”
“Boyfriend? That’s a joke.” Grant huffed under his breath.
The door opened to my room, and Chris came striding in holding up an apple juice. “They were all out of orange,” he said, cracking the lid of the bottle.
“Can you give us another minute?” I asked.
“Geez, no thanks for the juice, bro? What is this?” Chris said, laughing as he set the bottle down on the tray beside my bed and leaned in to kiss my forehead. “I’ll go find out when we can get you out of here.”
I watched as my brother walked across the room and left once again. I placed my hand under Grant’s chin and lifted his head so he could look at me, resting my hand on his cheek.
“What?” he asked.
“I should have told you this a lot sooner, but I love you, Grant. I’ve loved you a long time now, and I realized it when Jace said those words to me.”
He looked into my eyes and slowly brought his lips to mine. I closed my eyes as I felt his lips dance over mine, and I allowed my body to relax as he ran his muscular hands over me. When we parted, breathing hard, I rested my forehead against his.
“What is it?” he asked.
I looked into his eyes and smiled. “You. You are my saviour boy. You will always be my saviour boy. Truth be told, I would be thrilled to be called yours,” I said, leaning in and meeting his lips. When I went to pull away, I felt his arms wrap around me and pull me in a little closer, deepening the kiss.
“Then I’m yours, Becca Scott.”
Becca
I stood in the little room looking at myself in the mirror. I could feel my stomach flip as I looked over myself once more, making sure that every strand of hair was perfectly in place, that my makeup was on perfectly. I glanced to my arm, at the scar that stood out prominently. I had never been so nervous, yet I had no idea why because I had never been so sure of something in my life.
I picked up my bouquet that sat on the side table and looked down at the tightly closed pink roses. I brought them up to my nose and inhaled deeply, relishing in their scent. I then ran my hand down the silky satin of my dress, smoothing out any wrinkles, and smiled to myself.
I swallowed hard and brushed away a tear that had slipped down my cheek, then smiled to myself when I heard a soft knock on the door. It was time.
I pulled the door open to see my dad standing there looking as handsome as ever in his suit.
“You ready?” he questioned, holding his arm out for me to slide my arm through.
I nodded, smiled, and bit my lower lip. He kissed me on the cheek, then rested his warm hand over mine. “Let’s go, shall we?”
I allowed memories to run through my mind while we walked down the hall. Memories of the years when we were kids, then the years I had written to Grant while he had been overseas. Then the memories of the last year and half ran through my mind, each one of them producing a smile.
Finally, we stood outside of The Merlot Room at Braun Ranch Vineyards. I could hear many voices on the other side of the door, and then a piano played, and the voices quieted.
“You sure you are ready?” my father said, tapping his large hand on mine. I looked up into my father’s eyes and smiled.
“I’ve never been so sure of anyth
ing in my entire life,” I whispered, swallowing hard.
“All right then,” he said, leaning in to kiss me on the cheek.
I lowered my head as the doors opened, and when I felt myself take that first step with my father at my side, I looked up and all I saw was Grant, standing there in his suit staring back at me. I couldn’t wait to get to him, to say I do and become Mrs. Becca Moore.
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