“We won’t lose her. I won’t let that happen,” I assured him, but I was assuring myself just as much.
A truck came up the driveway, and I watched as Harlow stepped out of Maryann’s truck and waved good-bye to her. Then she turned to the house and headed our way. A small smile played on her lips, and she looked happy. I loved seeing her happy.
“You make her smile,” Mase said. “That’s the only reason I’m letting her leave with you. I think you might be the only other person on this earth who wants her alive as much as I do.”
I wasn’t going to tell him that there was no way he could want her healthy and alive more than me. He had no idea what it was like for a girl to be someone’s whole reason for breathing.
She opened the screen door, and her gaze swung to me as her lips pulled up into a full smile. “I’m ready,” she said.
“You gonna hug me before you go?” Mase asked from across the room.
Harlow smiled and walked over to him. “Of course. I wouldn’t leave without telling you good-bye and thank you. For everything.” She wrapped her arms around him as he held her close. His eyes found me over her head. He didn’t have to say it out loud for me to understand his warning. If I ever hurt her again, he’d kill me. But there was no reason for him to be worried about that. I would walk on water for that woman.
“Call me if you need anything,” Mase told her.
“I will. Love you,” she said, then stepped back out of his embrace.
“Love you, too,” he said.
They had a normal kind of sibling love, where they truly cared for each other and weren’t selfish. I thought about what Rush had with Nan, which was very one-sided. Nan was too selfish to appreciate her brother. I wished Rush had something like this. He deserved it.
“Let’s go home,” she said as she turned back to me.
Home. That had meant a lot of different things to me all my life. But now anywhere she was with me would be home.
Harlow
He wouldn’t talk about it. Not one time had he brought it up. It was like waiting for the other shoe to drop. I had told him I wouldn’t abort the baby, and now we were just quietly sitting on the plane.
He hadn’t asked about the baby at all since I’d told him, and other than a quick kiss before we drove to the airport, he only tried to hold me—nothing more. He wasn’t acting like the passionate, take-control man who had introduced me to intimacy. It was like I was made of blown glass; he was handling me as if one wrong move would break me.
Which was why I hadn’t wanted to tell him about my heart in the first place.
I hated being treated differently, but things were worse now. I wasn’t just a sick girl to him; I was also the girl who was hanging on by a thread. Did he not get that I was alive because I refused to give in to the restrictions of my heart condition? I had been a fighter since the day I was born. I wasn’t about to stop now.
I wanted my Grant back. The man who couldn’t keep his hands off me. The man who I knew wanted me above all things and made me feel desired. Not the man who acted like it was his one goal in life to keep me alive. That was not what I wanted at all.
“You OK?” His concerned voice only fueled my frustration.
I shrugged, because I was afraid that if I opened my mouth, I would yell at him. I loved him, and I was happy to be with him, so I didn’t want to yell at him. But I wasn’t sure I could keep from doing just that if he kept this up.
“You’re frowning like something’s bothering you,” he pointed out.
Something was bothering me, but I wasn’t going to share that with him. I bit down on my bottom lip to keep from growling in frustration and turned to look out the plane window. We were close to Destin, Florida, now. I could see the ocean.
“Harlow.” His voice was gentle. “Look at me, please.”
I hated it when I tried to be firm and he went all sweet. It was hard to ignore a sweet Grant Carter. Giving in, I glanced over at him. His forehead was creased in a frown, and his eyes looked full of worry. “I’m not breakable. I’m still me. You’re treating me differently,” I said, hating the way my voice cracked, which only made me seem more vulnerable. I was trying to convince this man that I was tough.
Grant stood up from the seat across from me and moved to the leather sofa beside me, pulling me into his arms. He let out a weary sigh and kissed the top of my head. I had expected him to immediately deny that he had been treating me differently, but he wasn’t doing that. At least he was aware of it.
“I’m sorry. I’m trying to deal with this right now. All I can think about is keeping you safe.”