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Once he was done, Cage instructed, “Keep an eye on your head. If you get dizzy or nauseous, let me know right away. You could have a very mild concussion.”
“Or she could just be pregnant,” Savannah suggested.
I nodded like I was listening, but the truth was my brain was already somewhere else—out there with Tatum.
Cage continued, “And Edge would slice me up with his damn knife if anything happened to you, so do me a solid and take care of yourself.”
“Uh-huh,” I murmured, my thoughts still racing.
Cage could’ve rattled off an entire medical textbook, and all I would’ve done was agree automatically, because nothing mattered more than knowing Tatum was okay. My body might’ve been sore and battered, but my heart was only pounding for one reason—the man I loved more than anything. And the baby we might’ve made together.
“You’ll be fine, and Edge will be back before you know it.” Savannah’s voice broke through, gentle but firm.
She wrapped her arms around me, and I clung to her, my breath hitching against her shoulder, taking the comfort she offered.
When she finally eased back, her eyes softened as they swept over me. “Seriously, you look better than half the guys do after a brawl.”
A shaky laugh escaped me. “That’s not saying much.”
“Maybe not,” she agreed with a smile. “But it means you’re tougher than you think.”
Cage cleared his throat, gathering his supplies. “She’s good to go.”
His eyes flicked to me again, a silent warning not to downplay the soreness I’d feel tomorrow. Then he left, the door clicking shut behind him.
Savannah perched on the stool beside the table, close enough that our knees brushed.
“You scared the crap out of him, you know,” she said quietly.
My breath caught. “Tatum?”
Her smile turned knowing. “Who else? He might not have shown it like most men would, but I have no doubt he was halfway to tearing the whole town apart before Jax figured out where you were.”
A tear slipped free before I could stop it, rolling hot down my cheek. I swiped it away, embarrassed. “I just…I need him.”
Savannah’s hand covered mine, her grip warm and certain. “And he needs you. More than he probably even realizes.”
“Yeah,” I whispered.
Savannah leaned back and reached for a canvas bag she’d carried in with her. She tugged it closer and set it on her lap, grinning as she unzipped it.
“After what just happened, I figure you’ve earned this.”
Curiosity tugged me upright despite the aches and pains. “What is it?”
She didn’t answer, just pulled something dark out of the bag and let it unfold across her hands. It was unmistakable—a smaller version of Tatum’s cut.
My breath caught when she turned it, and the words stitched across the back came into view. PROPERTY OF EDGE.
My lips parted on a shaky gasp. “Oh my.”
The dark leather gleamed under the overhead bulb, the white stitching stark against black. It was heavy with significance, weightier than anything I’d ever been handed in my life.
Savannah’s eyes softened at the awe written across my face. “Yeah. That’s yours.”
I shook my head quickly, even though I wanted this with every fiber of my being. “But—he didn’t—Tatum didn’t give it to me. Isn’t that how it’s supposed to happen?”
Her laugh was knowing. “Only because he’s been too busy with you in bed to remember that he called Kane the day after you met and told him to order it.”
