Page 189 of The Elusive Billionaire
“You want to go to therapy too?”
I shrug. “I know I’m not perfect. Close, but not quite there. If someone can help with that point five percent of myself that’s damaged, it’s worth a try.”
“Humble. Always so humble.”
“I try. Now, the elevator is over here,” I press a button hidden in a panel on the wall, and a moment later, the doors slide open.
“I didn’t even see that there.”
“That’s the point. I wanted it to blend in. Now, do you want to see what we did upstairs, or do you want to go say hi to everyone?”
“Grey?”
“Yes, sweetheart.” I bend at the waist and press my lips gently to hers.
“Thank you…for all of this. It’s completely over-the-top and unnecessary, but I appreciate the effort you put into making this feel like…our home.”
“You will always be worth the effort.”
I kiss her again, and someone clears their throat. I’m about to curse them out when Sage walks into the room.
“Welcome home, Savvy,” he says. “Your visitors are getting anxious to see you. Most of them weren’t allowed to visit you in the hospital becausesomeonewas playing bouncer and gave your room a guestlist.” He raises his brows at me, but I simply shrug and look away.
“She was trying to heal.”
“Why am I not surprised?” Her laughter is a balm to my weary soul.
“Because you love me?” There’s no masking the hope in my tone. I sound like a love-starved six-year-old.
“Yes, Grey. Because I love you.”
A loud whoop echoes in the kitchen, and then I realize the sound came from me.
What can I say? I’m a man in love, and I needed to hear her say that more than I realized.
“Now.” She raises a brow in my direction. “Let’s go say hi to our friends.”
“Acquaintances,” I correct. “If they’re not on the wall, they’re acquaintances.”
“Oh my God, Scrooge. Lighten up,” Savvy admonishes. “Everyone in Happiness is a friend.”
They can be friends when they’ve proved themselves worthy. But I know better than to voice that opinion. The way Sage is laughing makes me think he might be a mind reader though.
“Fine,” I grumble. “Let’s go say hi to ourfriends.”
I squeeze the handlebars of her wheelchair, and she reaches around to press her fingers into mine. “I don’t know if I can ever thank you enough for everything you’ve done, but I do love you, Grey. I’m in love with you, and I think I probably have been since the night we met.”
Lowering myself, I kiss the top of her head. “Me too, Monroe. From first fight to first kiss, and everything in between, you are my true north, and I promise to love you until my last breath.”
She squeezes my fingers again, and then I push her outside to start the first day of the rest of our lives…as one.
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
SAVVY
“I can’t believeyou put in a freaking pool, Grey.”
He shrugs in his rocking chair next to mine. “Your physical therapist said it was good for your recovery.”
