She nodded, then turned to look out the window. Fuck, that motion slayed me. She couldn’t even fucking look at me right now, and she didn’t even know the full truth about how Hawk ended up there in the first place.

“Little Bird?” I murmured. “Are you okay?”

“No.” Her reply was a bare whisper, hardly big enough to take notice of, but I did because I fucking loved this woman. I was consumed by her. She fed me life just as much as the blood in my veins did.

“I can’t wait to take you home.” To make love to you. To love on you. To fucking marry you....