Page 105 of Burn With Me

I don’t have words to express my gratitude for everyone. I’m so lucky to have them in my life, and I don’t know how I’ll ever pay them back for this.

“Well, visiting hours are just about over. So I’m going to head out. I’ll swing by in a day or two to check in,” Noah says as he stands to walk out the door.

Pam turns to Luke. “Do you want me to stay tonight so you can go home and hang with your parents?”

“No, they know I’m here as long as Am is.”

“Ugh, fine, I’ll go since Luke hogs you.” She rolls her eyes but laughs. “I’m really glad you’re okay. You aren’t allowed to die before me,” she whispers in my ear.

I give her a half hug and whisper, “Love you.”

“Love you more,” she whispers back. “Now press the medication button because I can tell your head is bothering you.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’ll see you tomorrow though?”

“You bet your sweet ass you will. You’re stuck with me forever.”

As they both leave, I look at Luke and ask, “What did they leave out?” Because I know I didn’t get the full story.

“Not much. We discovered that Leo and Brian were the ones setting the fires around town, and one of them set a fire at my and Sam’s rental, which is what delayed our response to the fire at your farm.”

I just blink at him. “It was them the whole time? What the actual fuck?”

“Yeah, that’s what we were able to piece together from Brian’s statements.”

“I’m so sorry, Luke. All your stuff—”

He brings a finger to my mouth to cut me off.

“Is just that . . . stuff, sweetness. I mean, I had everything of importance over at your house already. Guess this just means you’re stuck with me longer.”

“Darn,” I say and then laugh with a grimace.

“Go to sleep, sweetness. We can figure everything else out later.”

“Okay, bossy.”

He stands and goes to turn off the light.

“Luke?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Can you sleep in the bed with me?”

He smirks. “Try to keep me out. Scoot over.”

I scoot to the other side of the bed as he carefully slides in so he doesn’t touch my wires. I know I’ll be woken up in a couple of hours because of the concussion, but I feel more at ease than since I woke up.

“Love you.”

“Love you too, sweetness. Now go to sleep,” he tells me.

I rest my head on his chest and fall asleep to the beat of his heart and him playing with my hair.

Forty-Four

Amelia- One Month Later

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