Page 187 of The Elusive Billionaire
Perhaps Madi’s right though. Maybe this time, I’ve finally found where I belong and that’s all I need to create a home.
CHAPTER FORTY
GREYSON
I’m so damnnervous that I’ve sweated through the light cotton button-down I’m wearing. It’s November, but Mother Nature doesn’t appear to work on a regular calendar because it’s still hotter than a preacher’s collar at a strip club.
Unbelievable. Now I’m sounding like Pops. I need to stop spending so much time with him.
I’m also pissed because I had a whole plan, and now the fucking town is going to ruin it.
We pull up to the front of the house, and Savvy gasps.
“Greyson, what the hell did you do?” She’s gaping at the wheelchair ramp Cian built to the front door.
That’s just the tip of the iceberg though. If she gets pissed about that, what the hell is she going to say about…everything else?
“It was necessary,” I say, then jump out of the car before she can respond.
Braxton meets me at the front of the car as though he was waiting for us. Knowing Madi, she probably texted him as soon as we were close.
“Hey,” he says, looking tired but happy. Madi is due any day now, and I can see the fear etched in the lines around his eyes.
“Hey. I saw what you had set up?—”
I slap a hand over his mouth, and his damn eyes twinkle while I spin to make sure Savvy didn’t hear anything.
“Do not say a word.”
He nods, and I lower my hand.
“I was only going to say that we…improved on it. It’s all set and ready to go when the sun goes down.”
Meddlers. They’re all a bunch of nosy do-gooding meddlers.
I don’t get a chance to ask him how the hell he improved on my plan because Madi opens Savvy’s door, and I sprint to cut her off.
That’s my job, damn it.
“I’ve got this, Madi.”
She smirks as though she did it on purpose, then steps out of my way.
I squat beside the car. “Do you want the wheelchair or the walker?” She already had physical therapy today, and sometimes she’s in a lot of pain after.
She winces, and I have my answer. She wants to use the walker but needs to use the chair.
“Never mind. I’ve got it.” I hustle to the back of the SUV and pull out her wheelchair, then I set it beside the passenger door and help her out of the car.
She flinches in pain when I lower her to the seat. “Sorry, baby. We’ll get better at this.”
“What if—what if it’s always this way?” she whispers.
I overheard her talking to the doctor. I know that her biggest fear is that her injuries have caused permanent damage, especially the nerve damage in her spine, but the reality is, it’s too early to know what her new normal will be.
Regardless of what happens, I’ll be here for her. If our family only ever looks like me and Savvy, I’ll be okay with that too because she’s who and what I need to feel whole.
I chose Savvy, and I’ll continue to choose her through each stage of our lives. “It won’t be.”
