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“Can you email me those images?” I ask, pointing at the screen.
“Uh. Sure.”
A smile tugs at my lips.
Perhaps I’ll put it in a card on our wedding anniversary for her.
Or give them to her the next time she tries to divorce me.
Shit. There’s that pain in my chest again. Just thinking about her drives me crazy.
That fuzzy feeling in my head.
Her.
She is my symptom.
My cause.
The only fucking drug that will fix me.
How do I get my wife to fall in love with me?
I race back to my car, texting her before I drive, letting her know I will be slightly delayed. I still need to go and get changed.
I don’t thinkmy brothers have clocked that my hand is linked with Stephanie’s.
“You’re late,” Conan grins, then stops cold.
His gaze drops to our joined hands. Back up to me. Back down again.
“Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged—” Declan comes to an abrupt halt beside him.
“Finn?”
I squeeze her hand.
“I’m late because I had to pick up my wife.”
Their jaws damn near hit the floor. Perfect timing for Charlotte and Hallie to walk up behind them.
Stephanie nudges closer to my side. The room goes still. I lean down—feeling like she’s going to say something.
“I feel like we’re animals in a zoo being viewed. Say something,” she whispers.
So I straighten and clear my throat. But she surprises me and beats me to it.
“I’m Stephanie, or Dr. Miller, you may know me as,” she says to Conan.
Conan steps forward, offers his hand. She takes it, smiling.
“You saved my life,” he says.
Fuck, my chest tightens.
“I did. But you did most of the hard work yourself. It’s good to see you looking well, Conan.”
I release her hand and slide my arm around her waist. My eyes find Hallie’s; she’s already glassy-eyed. She steps forward and wraps Stephanie in her arms.
