“You look shaken,” he said, searching my face. “I wish you hadn’t gone to talk to her.”
The doors slid open before I could respond. We entered his apartment, and he stalked across the living room, still in the grip of a combination of emotions I couldn’t decipher.
I’m going to kill him, and he’s going to break your heart and kill any children you’ll ever have.
What had she meant?
Did she have plans to harm him somehow? And if she didn’t, if she was just going crazy, wouldn’t it be better to find some sort of care for her instead of just sending her away?
“She was here,” I said. “I didn’t think it was fair to keep her waiting and then just send her away.”
“Fair?” He stopped pacing and let out a scornful laugh. “Daphne, we’ve been over this.”
“I know, babe.” I went over to him and put my arms around him. He sighed deeply. “Don’t you even want to know what she wants?” I urged, my voice soft.
“No.” He shook his head, relaxing in my arms. “No,” he repeated, more softly this time, as if he was trying to convince himself.
I swallowed. Evidently, this topic was a hard one for him, and if he wasn’t ready to resolve it yet, I had no right to force him to.
“We have happier things to talk about,” I reminded him, turning my face up to his.
He smiled, and the transformation of his features soothed me deep inside. “Amy called me.”
“It was beautiful,” I told him. “And I have a video. Wanna see?”
“Of course.” We went over to the couch as I brought up the video on my phone.
“My parents will be thrilled,” Jason said. “They love Colin.”
“Who doesn’t? He’s sweet.”
Jason drew me down onto his lap and nuzzled my neck, sending tingles down to my toes. “Am I sweet too?”
I giggled and rolled my eyes. “No, you’re not.”
“I’m hurt.” He took the phone from me and stretched out his arm so we could both watch as Amy said yes to Colin. When the video ended, he kissed the top of my hair.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I know.”
He raised an eyebrow at me, a teasing smile dancing on his lips. “Okay.”
“And I love you too.”
He chuckled. “I was about to go cry in the shower.”
“No, you weren’t.” I laughed. “You know I’m crazy about you.”
He was silent, and I stroked his face. His perfection still gave me butterflies sometimes, like now. I drew my thumb slowly across his lower lip. “I
love you, Jason Wild,” I whispered. “I love you so much.”
His chest rose. “You are everything to me.”
I closed my eyes. Nothing else mattered—not his mother, not her words, nothing, just the love I felt for him and the love he felt for me.
Chapter Two