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Her eyes met mine again, and I expected a swirl of anger, but all that was there was love and tenderness.“You could have gotten yourself killed.”
“Don’t you get it, Sher?I’ll do anything for you.”
She kissed me, laughing against my mouth as the laugh broke into a sob.“I love you, but if you ever put yourself in danger again, I’ll kill you myself.”
“Talk dirty to me; I love it.”
“And I love you.”
Sirens echoed in the distance, and Sherry kissed my forehead as Alec flagged down the ambulance.
The tent was secure, Sherry was okay, and with that knowledge I sunk into the grass, every damn inch of me aching, but I would do it again in a heartbeat.
For her.For us.Because I finally had something worth fighting for.
Chapter 32
Ben
“Sherry, you need to go,” I said for the hundredth time.“You have a wedding in”—I checked my watch—“six hours.The florist should be there soon.”
“Rose and Char are there, and so is my mom.I’m not leaving you.”
“Don’t be stubborn.”
“Right back at you.”
A weak laugh escaped me, followed by a wince.“Touche.”
She sat back in the chair beside the hospital bed and crossed her arms over her chest.Her hair had dried in a half wave, half frizz mess, and she had twisted it into a bun.Her eyes were bloodshot, and she was still in her sweatpants from last night.
“At least close your eyes for a minute,” I said.“You’re not going to get through the ceremony on caffeine alone.”
We probably would have been out of there hours ago, but there was a crash on the highway involving a summer camp bus returning from a field trip, and the halls were filled with concerned parents and banged up kids.
“I’m fine,” Sherry muttered through a yawn.
“Here.”I held my arm up to her.“Come lay with me.”
She glanced around the room as if I had asked her to strip down and jump on my cock.
“It’s as innocent as you want it to be,” I said, and she rolled her eyes, but pushed up from the chair.She climbed in with me, careful not to press too hard against my two broken ribs.Her hand slipped, and she tried to right herself, elbowing me in the process.
“Sorry!”she exclaimed.
“It’s okay,” I moaned.
I was wrapped up tight, pain killers administered, and just waiting on the discharge papers.
Her head rested against my shoulder, and I kissed the top of her head, grateful to have her in my life.It wasn’t every day I took steel-toe boots to the ribs, but I was glad Sherry was there with me.
“I’m sorry,” I said, and she pushed onto her elbow and looked at me, confusion in her gaze.“For what?”
“You should have had your hot shower last night, a glass of wine, and an orgasm.Then you should have gone over the seating chart and had a full night's sleep.Instead, you’re in this hospital—” Her fingers pressed to my lips.
“You managed to save the seating chart, and it was a great distraction while you got X-rays.Besides, you saved the tent.This wedding will be a massive success whether or not I’m there.”
“You will be there.”
