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Not good, Quinn.
Not good at all.
I wrap my arms around his neck and he follows Alice into the house as she points to the stairs. “Her room is up there. I just need to feed Brooklyn real quick.”
Lucas turns toward the stairs with me in his arms and our eyes meet, our faces only inches away from each other.
“I’m still not sure why you’re being so nice to me but thank you for everything you’ve done these past two days. I really do appreciate it.”
He smiles and I just want to melt in his arms. “You’re welcome, Quinn.”
When we reach the top of the stairs, I pat his chest. “Okay, you can put me down now.”
Nodding, he sets me down and grabs my hand again, helping me hobble along as we walk toward my bedroom. His hand feels so warm and strong in mine and for some reason it makes me feel safe in a way I haven’t felt in almost two years. As soon as he lets go, he’ll take that feeling with him and it’s killing me to let it go. He makes me feel like the woman I was before everything fell apart and it’s a little alarming how quickly I’m getting used to the feeling. What do I do when he leaves? How do I go back to this broken shell I’ve been lately?
Once in my bedroom, he helps me climb into bed and I pull the blankets up around me, sighing as my body relaxes back into the mattress.
“Can I see your phone?” he asks and I point to the bag he set on the floor next to the bed.
“In there.”
Closing my eyes, I start to nod off when he places the phone in my hand. I open my eyes and meet his intense, enchanting gaze. “You have my number now and I want you to call me if you need absolutely anything, okay?”
“You’ve already done so much for me,” I protest and he shakes his head.
“I’m serious. Call if you need anything and I’ll be here.”
My eyes feel heavy, the pain medicine dragging me to sleep again and I shake my head as I whisper, “Who are you?”
The last thing I feel before sleep claims me is his warm lips pressed against my forehead and for the first time in a long time, the nightmares don’t plague my night.
