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He shut his eyes. “I don’t deserve you.”

I looked at the doctor. “Take his restraints off.”

The doctor stood there for a long moment.

“Take them off. He won’t be going anywhere.”

The doctor nodded at the male nurse who undid the ties.

I was crying.

“Come up here,” Jackson said, his eyes closed.

I sniffed, wiping my nose with my hand before climbing up on the bed next to him. He shifted over, making room for me. I felt his big arm come around me. I lay snuggled up against his warmth and thought for a moment that I had died and gone to heaven. We lay there for a long moment, just absorbing each other’s warmth.

“How’s Alien?” his voice was rough.

I lifted my head to look at his beautiful face. “Well, Alien is the size of a butternut squash and weighs in at about two and a half pounds.”

His eyes were closed, but his lips curled into a smile. “What the hell is butternut squash?”

“It’s like a pumpkin. People make soup from it.”

“That sounds awful.”

I started to cry even harder. “Well, as far as vegetables go, this isn’t Alien’s best week.”

He laughed.

I lay my head back on his good shoulder. “I’m so sorry. Please. You have to forgive me. I can’t live without you.”

“Shhh,” his hand pulled me closer to him. “I wasn’t going to let you go anyways.”

CHAPTER 45

Jackson saton the edge of the hospital bed. Despite the last traumatic few weeks, he was ready to be released. His arm was in a sling. I stood at the door and looked at him.

“You just going to stand there?” he turned to look at me.

I slowly walked into the room. We hadn’t discussed everything that had happened. How he had ended it with me. How he had told me that our marriage was over. Did he still want me? Did he still want Alien?

Green eyes studied me.

I took a steadying breath. “Hi.”

“Hey.”

I walked across the room so that I stood in front of my husband. He looked at me. “When you were missing, my life completely stopped. My heart stopped beating. I knew that if they didn’t find you, if you didn’t make it out alive, my life would be over.”

He didn’t move.

My voice wobbled. “I’m so sorry I broke your trust. I was stupid and impatient, and I never meant to hurt you. I just wanted to knowwho you were. But looking back on that, it was wrong. So wrong and I’m so sorry.”

“Emily,” his expression was one of regret. Oh god. He was going to end it. He couldn’t forgive me. If he did end our marriage, I would not survive. I couldn’t take it.

“Yeah?”

“I overreacted.”

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