“Yeah, let’s go home.” Monty blinks a few times, and I swear I see tears gathering beneath her lashes. My heart drops to the floor, my chest tight with the need to fix whatever I just broke. “Home,” she whispers before clearing her throat. Just like that, my strong, independent woman with the weight of the world on her shoulders squares her jaw, pushing away the raw emotions that just bubbled up. Monty’s looking for a home? Perfect. I’ll give her everything she’s ever wanted.
