“I only have room for one goofy, demanding, arrogant man in my life.” I run a palm down my proud chest. “And it’s me?” “It’s you, Mr. Beckett.” I whoop my fist through the air. “Undefeated, baby!” Oooh-ho-ho, no one’s as good at making Olivia laugh as I am, I swear. “I miss you,” I tell her quietly. “Is that weird? Should I be telling you that? Or keeping it to myself? You don’t have to say it back. Don’t be pressured or anything. I just—” “Carter.” “Yeah?” Olivia lays her cheek on her pillow, her smile sleepy and sweet. “I miss you too.”
