“Do you know what I see when I look at you, Joey?” She faced him, arched an eyebrow. “I can’t even imagine.” He brought his hands to her waist, and she felt the love in those gray eyes. “I see my past,” he began, turning her wrist up and starting to trace her scar from the elbow. “I see my present.” He skimmed a hand over her cheek, fingers dipping into her hair. “And I see my future.”
