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“Your focus has been nonexistent since the moment you got back from Michigan,” Wyatt said drily. “Don’t you think it’s time for you to admit that you’re not functioning well without Emma?”
“Do you think I don’t know that?” I growled as I slammed my fist on the table. “What am I supposed to do about that?”
Wyatt lifted a brow. “You could start by admitting that youlove her and that you want to be in the same place with her.”
“I do love her,” I grumbled. “I probably always have.”
I’d almost told her that when I was in Michigan when we were sharing a lounger by the pool a few days before I’d left.
She’d kissed me before I could get those words out of my mouth.
Later, my rational mind had prevailed.
What if she didn’t feel the same way?
We hadn’t really been together for long.
What if those weren’t words that she wanted to hear yet?
I’d convinced myself that she needed more time, and that I’d have to patient.
“I think it would help if you just told her,” Wyatt observed.
“And then what?” I said gruffly.
He shrugged. “And then you figure it out. You’re an intelligent guy. If you want to be with Emma and Wren, you find a way to make it happen. It’s not like youcan’tlive in Cherry Cove if you want to. There are five other guys who can run the actual missions for Last Hope. You can do all of the planning and research remotely.”
“You guys would do that?” I asked hesitantly.
“You know we would,” Wyatt answered. “We’re all here for the operations anyway. We’re all perfectly capable of running the rescues. You’ve given up your entire life for Last Hope, Marshall. I think it’s time for you to do what makesyouhappy.”
“It used to be my priority,” I admitted. “But my priorities have changed.”
He nodded. “I get that. Shelby and my unborn child are my priorities. That doesn’t mean that I don’t care about Last Hope, but I’d give it up for my wife and my child if necessary.”
Hell, I’d give up anything for Emma and Wren, too.
Last Hope had been my entire life until I’d realized that there were things in my life that were more important than the organization I’d poured myself into for years.
Our mission here meant a lot to me, but not as much as my woman and my child.
“What if Emma doesn’t want me to intrude on her life in Cherry Cove?” I asked Wyatt.
“I find that highly unlikely,” Wyatt replied. “Brock mentioned that Emma hasn’t been herself since you left. I think she’s missing you as much as you’re missing her. I guess you’re just going to have to ask her.”
He was right.
All of this was complete bullshit.
I loved Emma, and I was going to have to take that risk.
I’d copped out after my first attempt at telling her how I felt.
I’d made excuses, but in reality, I’d probably been afraid that she wasn’t going to be able to say those words back to me yet.
“Get out of your own head, Marshall,” Wyatt added. “That rational brain of yours is going to ruin something you’ve wanted for a long time if you don’t. Love isn’t always rational. It took me a long time to realize that. I finally had no choice but to pull my head out of my ass, but you already know that.”
I slowly nodded.
