words throbbing their way through my heart. “I love you,” he returned, stroking over my cheekbone in a way that made me weak-kneed and breathless. “I’m going to take care of you,” I swore, my voice wobbling. “I know you will, Paxton.” Baxter laced a gentle kiss against my lips that had my pulse fluttering and a hot tear slipping down my cheek. “I’m going to take care of you too.”
