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“She was wrong, and so was I. I was drowning and refused to take the life raft you offered. It wasn’t you, Spencer.”
“I appreciate you saying it.”
“I mean it.”
I believe that she does. Brielle isn’t spiteful or selfish like my mother was. “So, you remember everything?” I ask.
“I do.” She steps back, running her fingers through her blonde hair. “You haven’t asked about the shooter.”
“Do you want to tell me?”
She shakes her head with a laugh. “You already know it’s not Jax. How did you know already?”
“I spent the last few days researching, which is what I should’ve done from the second it happened. I should’ve done what I could to help you.”
“I think you did exactly what helped me. I needed to remember on my own, but how did you figure it out?”
The only reason any of us kept anything from her was to catch the killer and make sure he pays for what he did. That’s why I won’t say anything more. “I don’t want to keep secrets from you, Brie. I learned that lesson, but I think we should do everything we can to make sure the information we have is admissible. The less you know, it may be better. The information I have is with the authorities, and after you talk to the DA, we can talk. Do you agree?” I have no idea of the rules on this, and I’d rather not make a misstep.
“That’s why I went to Emmett first. I gave my statement to him and I’m waiting for the next part.”
I figured as much. It’s why he didn’t need the file and he was meeting with the prosecutor.
“How long do we have?” I ask.
She looks down at her watch. “About an hour. Why?”
“Because I’d very much like to make love to you.”
Brielle’s blue eyes turn liquid as she grins. “I’d like that too.”
ChapterThirty-Two
BRIELLE
Having my memories back makes walking toward his bedroom a different experience. The anticipation is there, but now there’s more. The feelings I had before, the ones that made me think I was crazy, are amplified. It’s like all the love we shared has doubled.
He pulls me down the hall and then stops once we’re inside his bedroom. “I love you,” Spencer says in a rough voice as he faces me.
“I love you.”
“No, Brielle, I love you more than anything. I have wanted to say those words to you so many times since you woke up.”
I push back his overgrown locks. “I love you, Spencer Cross. I have loved you my whole life, and I don’t ever plan to stop.”
“I will give you the world.”
I smile at that. “I just want you.”
“You already have that, my love.”
He leans in, kissing me softly as we let the emotions pass between us. When I left him, a part of me broke, and now I feel whole again. He makes me that way.
What started off slow and sweet, grows faster and hotter. His hands move to my breasts, squeezing gently. “I need you naked,” he says against my lips. “I need to touch you, taste you, make you mine.”
I have only ever been his. He lifts my shirt off in one motion, and then my bra and pants follow.
I move my hands to his clothes, wanting the same. “Let me see you. Let me memorize this all over again.”
