Page 172 of Never Fall for an Angel

“Mila.”

“Savannah,” I counter.

“You know what I mean.”

I let out a deep breath.

“I’m managing.”

“He’s going to come home, Mila.” I almost laugh that she knows me well enough to know that’s what’s on my mind.

“Trust me. Everyone from here to Nebraska has told me.”

“I still can’t believe you’re married.”

“Me either.”

Absentmindedly, I reach into my shirt for his ring, pulling it out and holding it in the palm of my hand.

“Savannah . . . can I ask you a question?”

“You know you can. Whatever you need.”

“How . . . how did you know Logan was the one?”

She blows out a breath into the receiver.

“Well, I think it would have to be when he learned what was happening to me, and he just held me tighter. People like that are hard to find.”

My stomach cramps, and tears warm in my eyes.

“Love isn’t hard, Mila. It’s the people around you thatmakeit hard. If you’re questioning if you’re in love with him, I promise you already are.”

“Why do you say that?” I hate how small my voice sounds.

She chuckles softly. “Because if you’re questioning it, that means you already know the answer.”

I’m just drifting off to sleep when the sound of a creaky floorboard jolts me awake.

Someone is moving in the shadows.

The moon shining through the window provides little light, but I can sense him even before I can see him.

Relief floods through me when I catch that familiar scent hanging in the air.

Christian.

My heart lurches in my chest, and I sit up in the bed. His dark eyes rake over me like he was studying me, only to be caught in the act. My breath catches in my throat when his gaze flares,taking in his T-shirt I accidentally—on purpose—wore to bed because even if I can’t admit it to myself, I missed him.

“You’re back.”

He doesn’t respond, and I catch sight of the bruise on his cheek.

“Christian, what happened?”

About a million questions circle through my foggy brain, but I know he won’t answer any of them. I look up at his eyes, noticing the dark circles. How tired he is. The stubble on his jaw only makes him look more savage, paired with the scar on his cheek. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days.

Something about that makes my chest ache.

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