Eden melts through my memories—her chin lift, her clever, quiet regard—and I give Dom a grave look. “You’re wrong about her. And if you wait too long, she’ll move on before you realize exactly how wrong you are.” His mouth curls up in a half smile, his eyes full of phantoms. “They always move on, Beau. That’s why I need you.” My eyes travel over his face, hurting for his pain. “You always have me, Dom. Always.”
