Page 130 of Bae

She listened. There was a dreamy appearance to her gaze. Her full lips turned up, and she smiled at the sight of me.

She has my heart.

She has it all.

“Hey, handsome,” she murmured, as if she didn’t know I’d just been to hell and back.

“How are you feeling?” I asked, stroking her cheek.

Her brow furrowed, and the dreamy appearance vanished. I knew the second she remembered what happened, because she tried to sit up.

“Just lie still,” I told her, gently pushing her back down.

“What happened?”

“You passed out. Guess knocking Missy into next week wore you out.”

She rolled her eyes, and a lot of the worst worry I felt left me immediately.

“Where are we?” She glanced around the inside of the car.

“On the way to the ER.”

“What!” She tried to sit up again. I restrained her. “I’m fine!”

“You just face planted on the carpet. You aren’t fine.”

“I didn’t eat. I was lightheaded.”

My mouth thinned. “I told you to eat.”

“You tell me to do a lot of things,” she muttered.

“Well, maybe you should listen.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t act like a caveman!”

“We’re here,” Drew announced, and the car came to a stop.

That was fast… ‘Course, that was Drew’s specialty.

“There’s no need to be here. Let’s just go back to the hotel,” Rimmel said, sitting up to glare at the entrance of the ER.

“That’s not happening,” I told her.

Her eyes narrowed.

Only my wife would pass out one minute and then be ready to argue the next. Maybe I should watch my face; she was apparently pretty damn skilled at breaking noses.

“You scared the crap out of us, sis. Just go inside,” Trent implored from the front seat.

Her shoulders slumped. “Fine.”

“So you’ll do whathetells you to do?” I muttered as I unfolded from the back of this lame rental and hefted her into my arms.

“I’m sorry I worried you. Again,” she whispered, resting her cheek against my shoulder.

I grunted. I couldn’t stay mad at her.

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