Page 163 of Sassy Love
Fuck, I shouldn’t have come.
“Fuck,” I groan, running a hand through my hair. Footsteps pad toward the door. I glance to the small camera by the doorframe that has a direct line to her phone.
Dammit, I forgot about that.
No escaping now.
I should have brought supplies or something.
I briefly close my eyes as the door locks click open on the inside. Letting my arms hang by my sides, I try to find the words I want to say to her.
Something likeI want to help.
I want to make sure they’re both okay.
I’m desperate to make sure Carlie is taken care of when she kills herself to care for Millie and put in forty hours a week—minimum—at work.
The door opens.
I haul in a useless breath, my jaw feathering as I wait for the door to reveal the strawberry blonde, her elegant face, those brown eyes that see right through me.
Instead, Henry steps out. “Lawson, are we expecting you?”
“Ah, no sir.”
I rub a hand behind my neck. Hell, should have called first.
Remembering why he would be here, I ask, “How’s Mills?”
“Bossy.” He smiles around the word. “But improving every day, thank god.”
We stare at each other for a heartbeat before he opens the door wider. “Did you want to say hello?”
“I—”
“Carlie’s at work, but Millie would love to see you.” He practically beams at me.
I huff a strangled sound, but relief doesn’t find me.
“Sure,” I breathe and follow him inside as he closes the door.
“She’s set up in the living room. Easy to get to the bathroom and kitchen that way.”
I find Millie reclined in her chair. When she sees me, she sits up. A little sound that registers like pain slips through her lips. I sit on the arm of the chair by hers, and she clasps my hand in both of hers. “We have missed this handsome face.” A hand rises and pats my jaw.
Henry grunts as he lowers onto the three-seater, as if reminding Millie he’s here.
“Jealousy is not your best color, Henry.” Millie frowns at him but winks as she returns her gaze to me. “Our girl is at work. Hard at work without you, I might add.”
“Good, she belongs at Serenity, Mills.”
Her frown returns. “And so do you.”
I shake my head.
“You think she’s better off without you?” The words are soft. “Because I can tell you now, she is absolutely not.”
“It’s her choice, Mills. Not mine.”
