I held the note against my chest. “He says I shouldn’t quit.”
I wasn’t sure if I was talking to Jim, or myself. Maybe both.
“I saw that. Where did you get the note?”
I ignored his question, caught in my own tempest of thoughts and emotions. “I don’t know if I can do what he tells me to this time.”
I’d fought him so many times before. This was a fight I didn’t want to win.
Jim slid the paper from my hand and took my in his arms again. “You have to, doll. That’s your arrangement.”
He was right. Gray was my Dom, and the commitment I had to him mandated that I do as he asked, as he told.
So I did.
I got out of bed. I got out of the dark place I’d been in since Gray died.
It was very hard, every day. But I didn’t quit.
I dismissed the bodyguards even against Jim’s wishes. Without Gray, I had to learn to take care of myself.
Cade and Vanessa’s relationship grew before my eyes and I swallowed the jealousy and told her about Cade and our life before the club.
Danica continued on her relationship vacation, sticking her nose into everyone else’s business.
Lilly’s belly grew big, as did her happiness.
I watched them all have lives that month, and I tried my best to have one of my own.
Three months without Gray.
Each night after I went home from the club, I hid my tears from them all. There were fewer each day, but still they came.
Still I did not quit.
Gray told me I couldn’t.
Then one day, I came home and I didn’t cry.
I screamed.