“I do.” His voice is closer now, and soon, his palm rests on my arm as if he wants me to know he’s here. “He called and left me a voicemail the day after y’all met and said, ‘Damien, I met her. The woman I’m gonna marry someday.’” Although I’m not even sure I can talk, I force out the words anyway. “You bastard. You weren’t supposed to tell her that.” “Oh my God! You’re awake?” Noah squeals. Finally, I manage to lift my eyelids halfway and smile when I see her beautiful face. “Hi, Goldie.”
