Fisher chuckled. “I second that opinion.” Kissing my head, he moved to sitting on the edge of the bed. “I’m going to take a shower. You should join me.”
I sat up, hugging his back and teasing his earlobe with my teeth. “I’m going home. You distracted me with sex, but I wasn’t done telling the world about the birth I witnessed.”
He turned his head to look at me. “Are you saying the birth was more memorable than the sex?”
I hopped out of bed and dressed quickly. “I’m saying it’s my constitutional right to not answer your question.”
“You can’t plead the Fifth on this.” He grabbed his shorts and sauntered into the bathroom.
I slowed my hands as I hooked my bra, taking a few seconds to watch his callipygian figure. “Did you hear me say that birth was one in eighty thousand?”
Seconds later, he appeared around the corner in sweatpants and a tee, leaning against the wall, hands crossed over his chest.
“Tonight, you were one in a billion … times infinity. But if I didn’t live up to one in eighty thousand, then I think we’re done here.” Fisher didn’t even smile. He simply bowed his head.
“Tonight, you were one in a billion … times infinity.”
If Fisher didn’t pick me, fall eternally in love with me, if he got his memory back and it brought with it an unmatchable love for Angie, I knew I would be the one in therapy for the rest of my life.
“You’re right.” I squeezed past him, ignoring his pouty face, and grabbed my shirt from the bathroom floor. I shook the hair off it and pulled it over my head. “Angie has been giving you everything. She wants you to remember how you felt about her. And if I were wearing a diamond ring you gave to me, I’d probably be doing the same thing. Retelling our story to you a thousand times in a thousand different ways. But for me, it doesn’t matter if you loved me then, it only matters if you love me now.”
He turned.
“Just …” I whispered. “Love me today.”
I saw it in his eyes. And I thought he would say it, say something like “I’ll love you every day,” or “I’ll love you always.” And what woman in her right mind wouldn’t have wanted a man to say that to her?
Me.
So either I was the exception or I wasn’t in my right mind.
Fisher got lost. I got lost. And nobody could help me find my way. It was something I had to do myself. In my own way. In my own time.
I couldn’t ask for more from Fisher than I was willing to give myself. If that meant he had to risk losing me to find himself, then I would accept that.
“I love you today,” he said.
That was his reply. The perfect reply.
I nodded toward him. “Thought you were going to shower.”
“After I drive you home.”
I grinned, taking two steps to him then taking his hand and pulling him toward the front door. “You’re one, Fisher.”
“One in what?”
I opened the door, and he closed it behind us.
“Not in anything. Not one in eighty thousand. Not one in a billion times infinity. You’re just one. The one.”
Chapter Seventeen
“Where have you been? I messaged you and tried calling you,” Rory asked before I got both feet in the house.
I missed that message, which wasn’t good since I was on call. Retrieving my phone from my pocket, I checked for messages or missed calls other than Rory’s.
She glanced over my shoulder as I started to shut the door while slipping my phone back into my pocket. “You were with Fisher?”
“Um …” I locked the door. “Yeah. I was looking for you and Rose when I got home because I’ve had the Best. Day. Ever! And I was dying to share it. So I ran to Fisher’s house on pure adrenaline, thinking you might be there. But you weren’t. He was. So I told him all about my day. And he gave me a ride home.” I toed off my shoes.
“It’s eleven, sweetie. What time did you get home? And why didn’t you just call me? Rose and I went out with friends. I didn’t know when you were going to be home.”
“It’s fine.” I headed into the kitchen for a glass of water, feeling a little parched after my unexpected workout with Fisher. “Hey, Rose.” I smiled as she sat in her robe at the kitchen table with her laptop in front of her.
“What time did you go to Fisher’s?” Rose asked, looking at me over her reading glasses. They made her look sixty instead of forty-eight. And I loved the way they made sure I knew the time, like I was fifteen and past curfew.
“What?” I narrowed my eyes just before gulping down the water.