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With a nod, he walked out, pulling the curtain closed behind him.

“I love them,” she said softly, and leaned her head on his shoulder.

Flynn’s heart swelled. “And I love you.” He kissed her head.

She tipped her beautiful face up, eyes so full of love, he could feel it. “Tell me again.”

“I love you, Glamour Girl, and I’m going to tell you every day for the rest of our lives.”

Chapter Forty-One

FLYNN’S GRANDFATHER’S VOICE was as gritty as gravel and as warm as a summer day, reminding Sutton of the man sitting on the other end of the couch facing her, their legs meeting in the middle. The man who owned every ounce of her heart. Flynn had one hand on her foot, his other arm in a sling, and even though he was battered and bruised, he wore the most serene, contented expression as his grandfather read Gulliver’s Travels to them. Lara, Flynn’s incredibly kind, witty grandmother, a plump woman with short gray hair, sat in a rocking chair by the fireplace, knitting and stealing glances at them, as if she couldn’t believe they were really there.

Neither could Sutton.

Gratitude and the weight of what they’d survived hung in the air. She got teary eyed just thinking about how close to death they’d come. Flynn’s phone chimed with a text. Their phones had been blowing up with texts and calls from their families and friends all day. A few hours after they’d arrived at the cabin, their parents had called to check on them, and they’d video chatted with both sets of parents. Flynn’s parents, Belinda and Charles, were lovely. His mother was easygoing and, for lack of a better word, earthy. She wore no makeup, and her hair hung loose and a little wild past her shoulders, the natural gray taking over the blond, and his father looked similar to his grandfather, but with shorter, thicker, salt-and-pepper hair, glasses, and a serious edge that reminded her of Flynn.

“Excuse me, Gramps.” His grandfather stopped reading as Flynn squeezed Sutton’s ankle. “It’s Karen. Are you up to a video call?”

Anxiety prickled her nerves, but she nodded. “Might as well get it over with.” Someone from their crew had contacted Karen earlier, and she’d texted both Sutton and Flynn when they were in the hospital, checking on them.

He typed out a response to Karen as they shifted their legs over the edge of the couch and Sutton scooted closer.

His grandmother hurried over with a pillow and put it on the coffee table. “Here, sweetheart. Put your foot up. It’s best to keep it elevated.”

“Thanks, Gram.” He handed the phone to Sutton. “Would you mind holding it for the call?”

“Sure.” She took the phone, and he put his hand on her leg. Just like that, her anxiety came down a notch. She hadn’t even realized she’d needed that support.

Karen’s video call came through a minute later, and her worried face appeared on the screen. Her dark hair was pinned up in a ponytail, her face void of makeup. She looked younger and less threatening than she did at work. “Hey,” she said with far less of an edge than Sutton was used to. “How are you guys?”

“Thankful to be here.” Flynn squeezed Sutton’s leg.

“Yes, very,” Sutton answered, her eyes getting teary again. God, she hated that.

“I can’t imagine how scary that was. I want you both to take the next two weeks off and relax. I emailed you both the names and numbers of therapists in Port Hudson who specialize in trauma. When you’re ready, I highly suggest you talk with someone.”

“Thank you,” Sutton said as Flynn drew in a deep breath, his hand weighing heavier on her leg.

“I appreciate that,” Flynn said. “But we need to talk to you about something.” He looked at Sutton, and his heart shone brightly for all to see as he returned his attention to Karen. “Sutton and I are seeing each other. I’ll be submitting my resignation tomorrow.”

“What?” Karen and Sutton snapped with shock.

“No, you’re not,” Sutton insisted. “I’m resigning. Discovery Hour is your show.”

“So I’ll start another show.”

“No. You can’t just walk away from something that means everything to you.”

“You mean everything to me—”

“Both of you stop talking,” Karen demanded, and they both looked at her. “First of all, why are either of you resigning? LWW doesn’t have a no-intracompany-dating policy.”

Sutton could do little more than blink as she processed that new information.

“It doesn’t?” Flynn asked.

“No. If we did, I’d have been fired six months ago when I started seeing Ray,” Karen said vehemently.