Page 65 of Come Home to Me

Be patient.

Hear him out.

But my heart has heard all it needs to hear. The woman I love. And it rejoices.

“I didn’t sleep with Bree. I told you that because I needed you to leave. Because I thought…” Frank shakes his head. “That’s the thing. I wasn’t thinking. I was caught up in self-destructing and couldn’t think around my own self-pity. I thought I was doing you a favor…”

“I see…”

“And I know it was low and I know it hurt and I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I’m going to ask you for it anyway because damn it, Sarah. I love you. You’re everything I ever needed and I know I don’t have anything to offer you…”

I place a finger over his lips and then pull him onto the stool next to me. “You keep saying that and I have no idea what you mean. Of course you have something to offer me. You’ve brought me so much more than I ever knew to hope for and it all came from right here.” I tap his temple. “I don’t want your money. I don’t want your things. Or your fancy apartment. All I want is you. I love you, so damn much. And sure, things are up in the air right now. For both of us. But we’ll figure it out. Together.”

“I’m done with drinking. I never want to be that person again. I thought I had it all figured out, me and my one drink limit, but it looks like I gave myself too much credit.”

I cup his face in my hands and then smile as his glasses slide down his nose. “I’m here for you,” I say, “in the same way you were here for me. I’ve never fought for anything. Every time things got hard, I ran away in one form or another, but damn it. I’m going to fight for us.”

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