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He’d stepped inside, his stick tapping the carpet in front of him.

“You gonna be okay?” Doug asked.

“I’ll be fine.”

Damon put his arm out, tilted his head to the side slightly, then tapped his stick. “Lizzie?”

“Here,” I said.

His focus shifted to me. He really was getting good with navigating. He looked amazing in his jeans, button-up shirt flowing, and his brown hair shifting as he moved. No sunglasses, so his blue eyes were on display. And that triggered the tears in my eyes.

I really loved him. So much.

But could I deal with all the complexities that came with him?

Chapter Forty-Four

Damon

“Smellslikeachocolatefactory in here,” I said, making my way across what sounded like a massively huge room.

A door clicked off to my right, but no sounds followed. Someone had left the room. Hopefully it was the douche Doug. I didn’t even have working eyes, and I could tell how much he was ogling my girl. Wanting her. Heard it in his voice the first time I met the guy.

“Am I getting close? Talking helps.”

“Yeah. Um, ten more feet maybe?”

I hated how her voice sounded. Distant. Cold. And it cracked.

“What’s going on, LizBelle?”

“Leftover chocolate from a wedding.”

Wedding. Chocolate. Another man. Her thinking I’d cheated on her. I had to fess up on the party. The dance lessons.Shit. I’d wanted it to be a surprise. There weren’t many things I could do with her that normal couples did, but dancing… I’d wanted to try to give her that.

“Good dinner choices,” I said. “I mean, there’s milk in chocolate, right?”

She laughed. At least she sounded closer. I reached out, and her hand fell into mine. I traced up her arm and skimmed my fingers along her jaw.

Tight.

Her lips. Thin. And trembling.

“LizBelle,” I whispered. “I’ve been trying to call you. Where’s your phone?”

“Bottom of my purse.”

“First, you need that within your reach at all times. Lifeline, remember. And second, why’d you run?”

She sniffled, but then tensed. “Why’d you say you couldn’t come with me today? That you had mobility training to get to the hospital.”

“I did. Aced it, too. Was anxious to tell you.”

“Didn’tlooktoo anxious to do anything with me.” A snarl laced her words.

“I think I just heard a little catfight snarl.” I touched her face again. At least she wasn’t flinching from me. She must have wanted me to know how angry or hurt she was.

“Dance lesson, LizBelle,” I said.

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