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I pulled down the visor mirror. “Are you sure I look okay?” I touched my bruise. “I couldn’t cover it more than this.”

“Darlin’, look at me.”

I sat back against the seat, turning to face him.

He caressed my cheek with the back of his fingers. “They’re gonna love you as much as I do.”

That was another thing he was doing, saying how much he loved me without actually saying it.

If that made any sense.

LUKE

I grabbed her hand, leading her inside without bothering to knock on the door.

“Ma!” I yelled out, shutting the door behind me.

I heard a loud gasp coming from the kitchen, and moments later, she was hurrying toward me.

“Luke!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms around my neck. “I’m so happy you’re here!”

My mom wasn’t too happy with me when she learned from the news that I’d been shot, but she hadn’t reprimanded me about it yet. I knew that would eventually come. My old man was more laid back and less dramatic about it than my mother, but again, I was aware that was coming soon.

I welcomed it since I had a lot to say to them too.

“You need to eat.” She pulled away from me. “Look at you, have you been eating?”

“Ma.” I got her attention. “This is Sloan.”

My mom spun to face her. “Oh, it’s so nice to finally meet you,” she welcomed, pulling her into a tight hug.

“It’s nice to meet you too. I feel like I already know you with everything Luke has told me.”

Mom backed away, grinning. “All good things, I hope.” She playfully slapped my chest. “Everyone is out back.”

Sloan’s eyebrows pinched together. “Everyone?”

“Yeah, it’s a Sunday ritual around here. The whole family comes over for a barbecue.” Ma grabbed her hand. “Let me introduce you to everyone.”

Sloan glanced over her shoulder as my mom dragged her out back, mouthing, “Oh shit.”

I waved her off, not worried in the least that they wouldn’t fall in love with her on the spot. Plus, the fact that she was the first woman I ever brought home to meet them would already excel the bar of how I felt about her to them.

I found my father in his office, conscious he’d be in there.

I knocked on the door.

“Yeah?” he called out, and I opened the door.

As soon as he saw me, he leaned into his leather chair, and without discourse, he announced…“You have a lot of explainin’ to do.”

CHAPTER

FORTY-THREE

LUKE

I caught him up on everything. He didn’t interrupt me. He only sat there and listened intently to everything I shared with him.

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