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“Home . . . meaning where?”

“Once I’m released from the hospital, I still may not be quite ready to fly, so I’ll stay at Mama’s for a little bit, but then I should be ready to come back to LA.”

“We’ll fly back to LA. I hope your mama doesn’t mind a houseguest. I can stay at a hotel while you’re in the hospital, but once you leave, I’m not letting you out of my sight.”

“I don’t want to be out of your sight,” she whispers, running her fingers through the beard that will be Gandalf-esque if I follow my tradition of not shaving until a movie wraps.

“How do you feel now that this is happening?” I ask.

“Relieved. Scared. Guilty for putting Terry through this, but also happy that it brought us back together so we can at least start to become sisters again. There is a lot going on in my heart.” She leans close, her eyes glowing with confidence and love. “You are going on in my heart, Mr. Holt.”

The laughter fades from her expression and she dips to press her lips to mine, deepening the kiss, stirring a passion I’ve checked the last few weeks. My hands tighten possessively at her waist, and I pull away, breathing hard.

“You want me.” She reaches between us to palm my cock.

“Shit,” I groan. “Of course, I do. You’re not helping.”

“You haven’t been . . . I don’t know.” She shrugs. “I wasn’t sure if you were turned off or . . .”

“Turned off? What the . . . I thought we’d been through this.”

“I know you love me, but I wasn’t sure if—”

“Baby, loving you and wanting to fuck you all the time are inextricably tied together.”

“Then why haven’t you—”

“You have been really sick, Neevah. I know you don’t like to acknowledge that, but I’ve had to. In how I managed our workload and how I managed my own desires. I wanted to be careful. I still want to be careful. I know you’ll think I’m crazy, but I prefer to wait.”

“You may be the first man to ever say that to me.” She laughs.

“If anything went wrong because we . . . I wouldn’t forgive myself. Just let me suffer until you’re completely healed.”

She sets her pretty lips in a pout. “That means I suffer, too.”

“Then we are in this together.” I kiss her fingers. “And now we don’t have long to wait.”


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