Page 93 of Spur of the Moment
“But I don’t want you to hide those fears from me. Talk to me about it rather than hiding it inside. It will only eat you alive that way,” I said.
She took a steadying breath, and I wiped another tear from under her eye. “From now on, I will. I promise.”
“Good.”
“Bailey, can I ask you a question?”
I nodded. “Of course, Huckleberry. Anything.”
“Why didn’t you move on?” she asked softly.
I didn’t even hesitate. “You leaving ruined me, Lettie. But I’d rather be ruined by you than be loved by someone else. I always knew you’d come back.”
I pressed a kiss to her forehead before laying her back on the dirt. Straddling her body, I looked down at her. “You’re mine, Lettie Bronson.”
A smile spread across her pink lips. “All yours, Bailey Cooper.”
I leaned down, pressing my lips to her softly. Our chests touched, her heart beating faster than I’d felt it before. At first, I thought it was because of me, but as her hands came up to cradle my face, I noticed how cold they were. I pulled back, looking down at her with furrowed brows.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, confusion clear in her tone.
“Are you feeling okay?” I knew what cold hands meant, but her heart beating faster than hooves pounding at the races made me nervous.
She nodded, reaching up for my face again. I grabbed her hand in mine, examining her fingers like I could find answers written on them.
“You’re cold,” I stated.
Her forehead creased. “It’s the creek. It’s always colder down here.”
“Lettie, it’s probably eighty degrees out right now.” Standing up, I reached down to pull her up. She put a hand out to steady herself, her palm like ice through the fabric of my shirt.
“Let’s go,” I demanded.
Her glacier eyes stared up at me. “Go where?”
“The hospital.”
She ripped her hand back like she was stung. “No fucking way.”
“Something could be wrong, Lettie. Don’t you feel your fucking heart? It shouldn’t be pounding out of your damn chest.”
She looked down at the dirt, shaking her head. “I’mnotgoing to the hospital.”
I stepped forward, grabbing both her hands. “I won’t tell your brothers, I promise. Just go for me. Please.” I’d get on my knees and beg her if I had to. Her health was my number one priority in this world, whether she liked it or not.
She kept her gaze on the ground so I tipped her chin up with my knuckle. In her eyes, I found her acceptance to go. She was letting down the wall she’d built when it came to people caring about her, and I was the one she was letting in.
That was all I ever wanted.
“Can you walk back?” I asked.
She frowned. “Yes, I can walk. I walked out here, didn’t I?”
So damn sassy, regardless of how she felt. “If anyone asks, just tell them I’m taking you to lunch or something.”
My hand wrapped around hers, the fit natural, like her hand was made to be in mine.
“Lunch, huh?”
