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As I step back and watch, I accept what I’ve tried so hard to suppress. I think I’m completely head-over-heels for the rat bastard.
I practically begged her not to go to the city today to see whoever the fuck she goes to see every other week. Because we kissed last night. And because I decided she’s the only damn woman I want to be kissing.” I step through the back door, shake my head, and admit to them what I haven’t even been able to admit to myself. “Because I think I’m in fucking love with her.”
“If you weren’t my patient, Gator Girl, I’d push you up against that wall and show you what a real kiss from Hudson McQuaid feels like—Tucker be damned.”
I crawl back into bed, punch my pillow, and fall asleep dreaming of the dancing girl next door. Only in my dreams, she dances with me. And in my dreams, she wears white.
“Let me fucking love you, Gator Girl.”
“Because I fucking love you, Gator Girl. Because I love your strength and your resilience. I love that you dove right into a job you didn’t think you deserved and proved to everyone you did belong there. I love that you took the chance because it was the only way you knew to get your kid back. I love that you love him enough to do anything for him. I love that you never saw me as a guy with money, but as a neighbor who had to earn your respect. And I swear to God, even though I’ve only met him twice, I knew in my soul that Travis and I had some connection. And I promise, if you’ll let me, I’ll
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“Would you be spooked if you found out Travis was going to have a sibling?” “I told you, all the donations were accounted for. Travis was the only one.” “That’s not what I mean.” She bites her lip and looks down at her stomach. My heart races. Hell, it thunders. It all but explodes. “Are you saying…?” “I’m pregnant. I didn’t know until a few days ago. Hudson, I swear I didn’t do it to trap you. I was on the pill. If anyone is at fault it’s you for prescribing me one that didn’t work.”
She knows exactly what I want to hear. What I need to hear. What I’ve never wanted anyone else to say to me. “Tell me you love me, Gator Girl.” “I love you.”
