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“Enough,” Lincoln snaps, “she doesn’t fucking remember that.”

He looks at Lincoln and then back to me. “I’m assuming you are pressing charges.”

“She’s pressing charges, and she wants a restraining order,” he barks at them. “Her lawyer, Ryleigh Richards, is already handling it.”

“My lawyer is Clyde,” I correct him softly.

“It was Clyde.” Lincoln’s voice is tight. “I called someone else.” I don’t know if we need to have this out in front of the officers. “I know her. She took care of Harmony’s divorce.” Harmony is happily married to Brady now, so I guess her lawyer must know what she’s doing.

“I guess that’s my lawyer then,” I concede. “The only thing I want is for Davis to sign the divorce papers and for this to be over.”

One of the officers looks at the other. “He has bigger issues . . .”

“That is not my concern,” I retort, not giving one more shit. “I want him to sign the papers and get the fuck out of my life.”

“If you think I’m scary pissed off,” Lincoln informs them, “she’s like the Big Bad Wolf.”

They share a look, and after a couple of minutes of routine questions, they tell me that if they need anything else, they will get back to me.

I wait for them to walk out of the room before I turn to him.

“I need to tell you something,” I insist, though I’m exhausted.

“Why don’t you rest?” He sits beside me, kissing my lips softly.

“How bad does my face look right now?” I lick my lips and feel the cracked skin.

“You have never looked more beautiful,” he professes, touching my face gently.

“Cathy,” I say the name I heard, and his eyebrows shoot together. “Davis said Cathy told him when you wouldn’t be home, so he could break into the house. He was on the phone when I was coming to, and I heard him. And I know that name, but I can’t remember who she is.” His eyes search mine. “I tried. But I was so scared. So fucking scared because . . .” I feel the tear roll down my cheek. “Because I was afraid I wouldn’t get to tell you how I felt.”

“How you felt or how you feel?” His beautiful eyes are fixed on mine.

“I’m in love with you. I’m in love with you, Lincoln,” I repeat it in case he didn’t hear. “I wanted to tell you when I left. When you were kissing me goodbye, I was so scared you didn’t feel the same way I did. So I didn’t. But being in that car, not knowing what was going to happen to me, and knowing if I got one more chance to talk to you, I would tell you.” He bends to kiss my lips. “Though for the record, I fell in love with Asa before I fell in love with you.”

“Noted.” He tries not to smile.

“I really wasn’t sure if it was actually love. But then every single day that went by without seeing you, I knew it was love. It was different than what I felt for Davis. I thought about you with what felt like every single minute of the day. I had everything that I could buy, but all I wanted was you. To be back in your house, sitting on the couch, curled up beside you.” I move my hand up to his chest. “Every single day since, I felt a piece of me wither, like it was dead.”

“Baby,” he says softly, “I haven’t been able to breathe properly since you left.” I can’t help but sob. “Every single day, I tried to tell myself that if you wanted me, you would come back.”

“I thought that if you wanted me, you would have asked me to stay,” I counter. “I didn’t know all it took was me going into a coma for you to come after me.” He glares. “Too soon?” I ask.

He doesn’t answer me, he just kisses me, and I let him.

“I love you, Finley,” he says. “Now rest, baby. You need your strength if you are going to move across the country to live with me.” The smile fills my face, and it hurts, it hurts so bad, but I push through it. “I guess that’s a yes.”

“That’s a yes,” I agree. My hand rests on his chest, feeling his heart beating as I close my eyes and drift to sleep.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

LINCOLN

“Are you ready to get out of here?” She looks at me from her wheelchair. “Because I’m ready to get out of here.”

She smiles up at the nurse. “Not that anything was bad, it’s just, he has to get home to Asa.”

“He’s expecting us in a couple of days,” I remind her. “He’s fine.”