“It’s all good, Molloy.” He tossed his hurley and helmet on floor at his feet, before turning to give me his full attention. “I’m fine.” His green eyes were warm and full of affection when he leaned in close and whispered, “How are you feeling?” “I’m fine.” “Yeah?” He slipped his hand under the desk and squeezed my thigh. “Well, you look good, baby.” How he could be so good to me, so considerate and caring of my feelings, when he was going through hell, was beyond me. “I love you,” I whispered, covering his hand with mine. “So much.” “I know.” Blowing out a pained breath, he entwined his
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