Page 78 of Wild Card

“Moved in this morning while you were waiting to be discharged.”

When there was no adverse reaction to the peanuts in her food challenge, Willow pushed hard to be released. Sterling was adamant it was too soon. Chase was on board to keep her under observation but medically agreed her reports were normal.

A family argument ensued that she couldn’t be alone until I shut it down by stating she’d be with me.

The two Richards men didn’t blink, both tipping their chin in agreement. Willow gloated triumphantly while I worked on arrangements.

Ace, Ford, and Major helped move my things down to this vacant room.

“Where were you located?”

“Upstairs on the other side of the house.”

“Why the change?”

“It’ll be easier for us.”

Her eyebrows shoot up. “For us?”

“You may think you are out of the woods, but you’re still under watch. Being on the main floor is a better decision in case something happens. We have a private entrance which is an advantage. Especially if Wolf needs to go out in the middle of the night.”

Her gaze softens and lips begin to tremble. I drop her bag, hauling her to me.

“I don’t want us to be an inconvenience.”

My chest tightens at the vulnerability in her statement. “You will never be an inconvenience.”

“But you moved your entire room.”

“I was planning to move soon anyway.”

“You were?”

“This room was rightfully mine from the start, but Ace stole it.”

“Stole it?”

“The fucker cheated in poker.”

“Sounds like a story I’d like to hear.”

“Not much to it.”

She places her hands on my shoulders, her eyes now bright. “I want to hear all your stories.”

“We have time.”

“Yeah, we do,” she whispers, darting her tongue over the small split in her lip. “Talon?”

“Right here.”

“I really want to kiss you right now.”

The tightness in my chest intensifies for an entirely different reason. “I’m not stopping you.”

“Sorry I was a bitch earlier about coming here.”

“Babe, if strutting around in a pout is your brand of bitch, I may piss you off more often.”

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