Page 136 of Ride the Sky

I give her a grin. “All you gotta do is ask.”

“Heathen.”

Bending down, I kiss her swollen lips. “I didn’t see you complainin’ when I fucked that pretty pink pussy of yours.”

Her luminous hazel eyes glitter in a challenge. “I’m pretty sure you’re a cocky asshole.”

“You like it.”

She smirks but doesn’t argue.

After cleaning her up, I hand her a pair of pajamas. I help her change, watching her wince as she lifts her left leg through the shorts. When she goes to stand, she sways slightly and sits back on the bed.

“Do you feel sick?”

“No.” She frowns. “My head feels funny.”

I test her temperature. Cool to the touch. “Migraine?”

She purrs and nuzzles into my palm. I smother a smile. I wonder if she knows how sweet and soft she’s being.

“No. I only had two drinks…well, three, but I didn’t finish it. Reese drank it.” Her lips thin. Her expression defiant. “I’m not drunk.”

She’s not. I know a drunk Fallon McGraw. She tipsy, buzzed, but not hammered.

She wrinkles her nose. “It feels like…the day of the ride.”

I turn away from her and flex my fist. I fucking hate that day.

“You know,” she says, puzzled. “I haven’t had a migraine this entire summer.”

She’s right. She hasn’t. Strange, since the doctor in Arizona said concussion migraines don’t just come and go.

A wave of worry crests over me. “You tell me if you feel bad.”

She nods. “I will.”

We finish getting ready for bed then crawl into cool sheets. Fallon stretches out beside me, in my arms. Our breathing steadies. Our hearts beat as one.

“I used to hate it,” she says softly.

I tuck her tight against me. “What?”

“My walker. But now my limp’s a part of me.” Her hands move to her stomach. “Just like my scars.”

I kiss her forehead, and she makes a little whimper of happiness.

“Can I tell you something else?”

I chuckle. “Talkin’ an awful lot for someone who ought to be sleepin’ right now.”

She sticks her tongue out at me. “You know, whenever I got hurt when I was little, some stupid part of me thought it would bringmymomhome.”

I stroke a hand through her silky hair. “That ain’t stupid, baby.”

“I thought she’d come back. But she never did.” She inhales a breath. “But this time…after my accident, I didn’t think of her. I didn’t need her.” She locks her eyes with mine. “Because I have you, Wyatt. You make it easy to feel safe. To not feel so goddamn angry.”

“That’s a good thing,” I rasp, overwhelmed by her sweet confession.

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