He amazes me sometimes. “You know, one minute you act like you’re five and the next, you act like you’re older than me.”
“I’m full of wisdom.” He smirks.
“Thanks, Ryder. I’ll think about what you said.”
“Well, think a bit quicker because our ladies are here.” He smacks me on the back before he heads over to open the car door for Dahlia.
A fist grips my heart until Savannah steps out and offers me a megawatt smile.
Savannah
Seeing Jace for the first time in three days makes my heart feel lighter. I’ve shed tears while I’ve been researching PTSD and want nothing more than to cure him—I know that isn’t possible, but it would be nice.
I hope the smile that I have plastered on my face is conveying to him just how much I’ve missed him. It’s only been days, but knowing what I do made our separation all the more difficult. I’d wanted to stay with him and to help him, but he was right in the end. I needed time to take it all in and to think. There was never a question as to whether or not I could live with Jace having PTSD, but I guess from his point of view, he wanted me to be sure.
There’s only one-way to be sure though, and that’s by actually doing. We need to live together for a trial period, or at least start spending the night together. I’m certainly all for trying and I really hope he is too.
Making my way over to where he seems to be fixed to the ground, I wrap my arms around his waist and hold on tight.
Feeling his arms going around my shoulders, everything seems to right itself. All I want is Jace, and to stay where I am. He makes me feel like I can accomplish anything when I’m with him.
He buries his face into my neck and breathes me in. I love it when he does this. It’s as though he’s inhaling my scent to carry me with him when we’re apart.
His lips caress my face before our eyes meet. I feel all his love, hope, and longing in his gaze.
Cupping his cheek in my hand, I smooth the lines of worry from beneath his eye, and standing on tiptoes, place a gentle kiss to his lips. “We’ll talk later,” I whisper. “But, God, I’ve missed you.”
His hand cups the back of my neck while his thumb caresses my jaw. “Not as much as I’ve missed you,” he counters, and then the beautiful smile he has in his arsenal spreads across his face.
He places a kiss to my nose before stepping back and taking hold of my hand.
I glance down at our entwined hands, and smile before meeting the possessive look on his face.
“Everything is going to be okay, Jace.” My confidence in that is total, and I think Jace is starting to believe me…and trust me.
“Thank God you’re here, Savannah,” Ryder interrupts. “He’s been moping around like a love-sick fool waiting for you. Wanting to know why you were off alone with my hot wife.” He grins.
Jace roars with laughter, and instead of holding my hand, he wraps his arm around my neck to bring me in close to his body.
“Ignore him, Savannah. He’s been trying to figure out why Dahlia told him he couldn’t go to lunch with you both. I told him it was so Dahlia could moan to you about him.”
I roll my eyes at the two of them.
“Jace Stone, stop putting ideas in my husband’s head.” Dahlia wraps her arms around Ryder’s neck, and clings to him in one hell of a lip lock. When they break for air, she adds, “That’s kind of what we were talking about.”
I laugh at the look on Ryder’s face. “Kissing.”
“Sex,” Dahlia blurts, and turns to wink at me.
“Hmm, sex sounds good,” Jace whispers into my ear.
“Later.” I kiss his chest. “Don’t you have a game?” I nod over to the field where a few players have already taken their positions.
Jace groans. “I better head over there.” He kisses the top of my head. “Don’t disappear on me.”
“I won’t. Go show them how it’s really done.”
He smacks me on the ass and runs off to