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I probably shouldn’t tell her, but she was going to find out anyway if she came to visit me on-site during one of the concerts. “Abby Taylor.”

Her eyes widened. “No way.”

“Yes way,” I said when she still hadn’t moved.

“I love her music.”

“I know,” I said. I planned to see if Abby would let me bring Olivia backstage for one of the shows. But I wasn’t going to tell Olivia that yet.

“How long is her tour?” she asked, reaching for my phone.

“Six months.” I removed the device from her hand and guided her gently back to resting against my chest. “No screens, remember?”

“Ugh. I can’t have sex. Can’t watch TV. And now you’re telling me I can’t read my e-book?”

“I’ll read it to you,” I said, pressing a soft kiss to her hair.

“Have I told you that I love you?” she asked, turning to smile up at me.

“And I love you.” I kissed the top of her head. And I would spend every day trying to prove it. Not because I wasn’t good enough. But because she deserved nothing less.

* * *

“Areyou sure you have to go?” Olivia asked when we stood outside airport security several days later, her hands resting on my chest.

She’d followed all the instructions to care for her concussion—I’d made sure of it. We’d spent the first two days in bed reading and eating room service. And then on day three, she’d insisted on taking care of me. She’d woken me up with my cock in her mouth, and my feeble attempts to protest were useless.

“Connor?” she asked, pressing her lips to my throat, reminding me of last night. Her body on top of mine. Her lips on my skin, marking me.

I groaned. “I don’t want to, but I put it off as long as I could.”

Was this what it was going to be like every time we said goodbye? It was fucking excruciating. Every fiber of my being wanted to stay. And tearing myself away from her—putting so much distance between us, in every sense of the word—was breaking me. Especially so soon after the attack.

My only solace was that Olivia had agreed to stay with her dad for the time being. She didn’t want to return to her house any more than I wanted her to. And while she might choose to live there again someday, I was relieved that she wouldn’t be alone.

Harrison had already had a team pack up her essential stuff and move it to his place. The three of us had even eaten a meal together. And while I didn’t think Harrison was my biggest fan, I could tell he was trying—for Olivia’s sake, if nothing else.

I’d suggested that he hire Hudson Security, but he’d politely declined. I was half tempted to ask one of the LA guys to shadow Olivia, but I knew she’d hate the idea. Instead, I was going to try to convince Olivia to take self-defense lessons. She knew I’d always protect her, but I wanted her to feel confident to defend herself. Especially since I wasn’t going to be around all the time.

“I’ll see you in two weeks.” I grinned. I was already counting down the days until we’d be together again.

“I can’t wait to visit you and meet your friends.” She smiled.

“Who says we’ll be leaving the apartment?” I teased, placing my hand on the back of her neck.

Her eyes were hooded, lips parting. “Mm. Good point. But what about Lucy?”

“Right.” I shook my head as if to clear it. “Lucy. We’re going to have dinner with Lucy.” And see a Broadway show together, but I didn’t tell Olivia that. It was a surprise.

“Two weeks,” she said, as if confirming it.

I nodded. “Two weeks.” Just as we’d agreed. “We can do it.”

We’d promised to try not to go more than two weeks without seeing each other in person, if possible. And in six months—at the end of my new assignment and Abby Taylor’s tour—Olivia and I would decide what to do about our living situation. Though six months sounded like a decade from now.

“You better go before you miss your flight,” she said, clinging to me.

I held her close, memorizing the feel of her in my arms. “I love you, Goody.” I pressed a kiss to her brow.

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