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by Sherilee Gray


  How? Who? What the hell was going on?

  Pulling on a pair of jeans, she yanked a shirt over her head and shoved her feet into a pair of Converse sneakers, then ran out the door. Law had said he was in rough shape. What did that even mean? She started to shake, uncontrollably—what if…

  No! Don’t even think it.

  Twenty minutes later, Rusty was jogging down a long corridor toward a grim-faced Law. He was leaning against the wall outside one of the rooms, his face lined with worry, his body tense.

  “How is he?” She’d managed to hold herself together on the way, but now, seeing the fear on Law’s face, she was close to losing it.

  He shook his head. “Don’t know. He just came out of surgery, and they won’t tell me a damned thing.”

  The door to Reid’s room opened and a nurse came out, about to walk right by them. Rusty grabbed her arm. “Please. How is he?”

  “Are you family?”

  “I’m his girlfriend.” The lie slipped past her lips easily, because despite it all, despite everything that had happened, she still loved him. If he came out of this—no, fuck that—when he came out of this, she’d make sure he knew it.

  Because, dammit, she’d believed him when he told her that he loved her. She hadn’t wanted to. But God, she’d seen it in his eyes when he’d said the words. She’d been too afraid, too much of a coward to risk her heart, to hear him out, to give him another chance.

  “Please, we’re going out of our minds here.”

  The nurse offered a small smile and rested her hand on Rusty’s arm. “He’s going to be okay. The bullet missed his main organs, and the surgery went really well. It’s still early, but we think he should make a full recovery.”

  Rusty collapsed, literally slumped back, unable to keep her knees locked. Law was there in an instant, the big biker’s arms sliding around her waist to hold her up. Tears sprang to her eyes and started flowing uncontrollably.

  He’s going to be okay. I’m not going to lose him.

  She kept saying the words over and over in her head, but the tears wouldn’t stop. Law turned her in his arms and his breath hitched, his relief as acute as hers. “Thank fuck,” he whispered.

  The nurse started to leave, and Rusty pulled away, calling out to her. “Can I sit with him?”

  She glanced down the hall, then at Rusty. “Okay, but just for a little bit. He needs his rest.”

  “Are you coming in?” Law shook his head, and she got the feeling he needed a moment on his own.

  “I’ll go get us some coffee.” Then he headed off.

  Rusty approached the door, heart in her throat, and eased it open. The light was low, but the curtains were open and moonlight spilled in across the white sheets, making them almost glow. Reid lay motionless in his bed, hooked up to several machines, tubes feeding liquids into his veins. His eyes were closed, and those beautiful dark lashes rested on his cheeks. His chest was bare, and a thick white bandage was wrapped around his stomach.

  She lifted her hand to her mouth to hold back the sob burning her throat. Oh, God.

  Grabbing a chair, she pulled it close, as close as she could, and sat beside him. His hand lay at his side, and she took it in hers, turning it over. Holding it to her mouth, she kissed his big, strong, callused palm and lifted it to her face, drawing in his scent, his warmth. Despite the smell of hospital and disinfectant, his skin smelled the way it always did. Spicy, with a hint of motor oil. It went a long way to calming her. She placed her other hand on his wrist, feeling his pulse strong against her fingers, and watched the steady rise and fall of his chest.

  He’s going to be okay. He’s not leaving me.

  And she wasn’t leaving his side, not until he opened his eyes, not until she got a chance to tell him what she needed to tell him.

  That she loved him.

  Sun battered against Rusty’s eyelids, the warmth of it heating her face.

  She didn’t open her eyes, couldn’t, not yet. There’d been some complications after Reid’s operation. He’d cracked his head hard when he’d hit the ground, and there’d been some swelling. They’d decided to keep him under for a few days.

  The swelling had gone down the day before, but he hadn’t woken up yet. She was terrified. What if he didn’t wake up? What if she never got to look into those pale brown eyes and tell him that she loved him?

  So no, she couldn’t open her eyes. She wasn’t ready. Couldn’t bear to look at him lying there, so still. Not yet.

  Alex and Piper had stopped by with a change of clothes and some decent food. Not that she could eat anything.

  Law had brought Reid’s mother to the hospital that first night, and they’d sat together in this room every day. But right now, she was alone. Carol had left hours ago, had gone home to get some sleep, grab a shower. And Rusty had curled up in the chair by the window, the one right by Reid’s bed, and had tried to catch a few minutes sleep. She’d obviously slept longer than she intended because now it was morning. She couldn’t just lie here, hiding. Reid needed her to be strong, no matter how hard, how painful it was.

  Brushing her hair off her face, she dragged her eyes open and turned to his bed.

  A pair of pale brown eyes stared back.

  She blinked, couldn’t move, could barely breathe—just held his gaze, unable to look away.

  “Rusty?”

  That rough voice went through her, over her, caressing her. She blinked again, and a hot tear streaked down her face. Still she couldn’t move, throat too tight to speak.

  “Baby…don’t cry.” He reached out and took her hand, bringing it to his lips, the same way she had his that first night. His lips were warm and dry. “Come here.”

  “You’re awake.”

  “Yeah, baby. Now come here.”

  “You’re going to be okay.” She started shaking, not realizing until that moment how truly terrified she’d been, scared out of her mind that he might never wake up, that he might have suffered permanent damage. Her teeth started chattering and another tear fell, followed by another.

  “Shit.” He tightened his grip on her hand. “Foxy, you gotta come here.” He started to struggle in his bed, trying to get up, and that managed to break through the shock, the paralyzing relief.

  Scrambling off the chair, she went to him. The grip he had on her hand moved to her wrist, and he gently tugged her closer. “Get up here.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Now, Foxy. I need to feel you beside me.”

  Still shaking, she climbed up beside him as careful as she could, and when she wriggled in close, one of his arms slid around her shoulders, and he pulled her in tight. That’s when she felt it.

  He was shaking, too.

  They lay there, wrapped around each other for a while, neither one speaking, just holding on. She’d had conversations with him in her head while she’d waited for him to wake up. But now, her tongue wouldn’t form the words. She was still too overwhelmed by everything that had happened, by the strength of her feelings for the wounded man in her arms. And those wounds weren’t just physical.

  She tried to sit up. “Do you need anything? I should probably get a nurse or something. They’ll want to know you’re awake.”

  “Stay right where you are.” His grip tightened. “They know I’m awake. I opened my eyes four hours ago. Law’s been in here as well.” His thumb moved against the bare skin of her arm. “He told me you haven’t left my side in four fuckin’ days, Foxy. You’ve barely left this room.” His mouth pressed against the top of her head, and he spoke against her hair. “Tell me. Why’d you do that? Why have you sat at my side, holding my hand, for four days?”

  His voice was rough, full of need and anguish. It broke her heart all over again. “I…I couldn’t stay away. Reid…I…”

  “Say it. I need to hear you say it, Rusty.”

  He sucked in a breath, and she felt him hold it, chest stilling and staying that way, while his heart hammered against her hand. She
tipped her face back and stared up at him, then, reaching up, cupped his jaw. His beard, thicker than usual, tickled her palm. Looking into his eyes, her mind cleared. All the speeches she’d practiced weren’t important anymore, none of it was.

  She brushed her thumb over his whiskers, across his lips. “I didn’t leave because I love you, Reid Parker. More than I’ve ever loved anyone in my entire life. And from now on, I’m staying right here, by your side.” She turned her face into him and kissed his chest, then looked up into his eyes. “That a good enough reason for you?”

  He released his breath on a whoosh and squeezed his eyes shut for several long seconds. “I won’t fuck it up again. I promise you that. I’m sorry, Rusty. I…”

  She placed her fingers over his lips and shook her head. “Just promise me we’ll always be honest and upfront with each other. That if you go to that dark place again, you won’t shut me out. Promise me you’ll talk to me.”

  He kissed her fingertips. “I promise, baby.”

  “Now say it,” she whispered. “I need to hear it, too.”

  His eyes heated, and he slid his hand into her hair. “I love you so fucking much, Rusty.” His gaze searched hers, and she could see it, right there in his pale eyes. “Now come here and give me your mouth.”

  She shimmied higher, placed her hands on either side of his face, and did as her man asked—she kissed him. Kissed him with all the love in her heart, with everything she had.

  When she pulled back, he smiled up at her and said it again, said the words that made her heart soar, made her the happiest woman on the goddamn planet. “I love you, Rusty West, and I’m never letting you go, not ever again.”

  She grinned. “Good, ’cause the only way they’re gonna get me off this bed is with a crowbar.”

  Then her smile got a whole lot bigger, because he threw his head back and laughed.

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  Acknowledgments

  As always, to my wonderful family, my husband and two children, thank you for always supporting and believing in me. I love you guys!

  To my fabulous editor, Karen Grove, thank you for being invested in this series. I really couldn’t ask for a better editor. I adore working with you!

  To Nicola Davidson, my friend and critique partner. Thank you for traveling this journey with me. I don’t know what I’d do without you!

  And to Kelly and Mel, my amazing beta readers, thanks for being awesome. And for loving Reid and Rusty!

  About the Author

  Sherilee Gray lives in beautiful New Zealand with her husband and their two children. When she isn’t writing, she spends her time reading, hoarding books, and eating copious amounts of chocolate.

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