“Thank you for this,” I say, hating the flutter in my chest. “Thank you for…” I search for the right words. “Putting up with me this last month.” Something like amusement crosses his face. “I don’t put up with you. Hell, I like you, Fallon.” He caresses a thumb over the back of my hand. His voice drops to a throaty rasp. “I haven’t felt whole since you left.”
