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My eyes widen. My heart skips a beat.Twobeats, actually. He didn’t really just say that, did he?

“What?” I gasp.

“I said I want to marry you.” Dax moves his kisses to the other side of my neck and I let my cheek drop to the side. I feel like I’m in adream.

But as I hazily look out across his living room, basking in how good this moment is, I notice something in the distance through the big window.

A light.

There’s alight on in my parents’ house.

“Shit,” I groan.

“What, baby?” Dax says, then follows my gaze. “Oh. Fuck.”

He moves off me. I scramble to get dressed, then rush over to the door and stuff my feet into my rain-soaked shoes.

Before I leave, Dax pulls me to him for one last kiss of the night.

Chapter Four

Dax

Ikeep my hands fisted by my sides as I stare out into the storm that’s still raging outside.

Ever since Bailey left, I’ve been standing here at the living room window, keeping an eye on the single glowing light coming from her parents’ house.

I refuse to go to sleep until I see it go out.

After Bailey left, I had the hard-on of the fucking century. But as easy as it would’ve been to take care of it myself, I wasn’t about to waste a drop of this seed.

No. It belongs in Bailey’s womb.

Lightning flashes again against the clouds. A few seconds later comes the booming rumble. But then I hear another noise—something that sounds like a knock.

No. It doesn’tsoundlike a knock. Itisa fucking knock.

Jesus, is that Bailey’s voice calling my name?

I bolt over to the front door and fling it open. On the other side of it stands my sweet girl—looking back up at me with wide, worried eyes.

“It’s my dad,” Bailey chokes out. “There’s something wrong. I think it’s his heart.”

I don’t need to hear anymore. The two of us rush outside and get into my truck. The tires slip over the mud as I spin the truck around and fly down the driveway. With a reassuring hand on Bailey’s thigh, I get us over to her parents’ house as fast as I can. I leave the engine running as we jump out of the truck and race into the house.

Inside, in the front room, Ian is on his feet but is slumped against Alice, who is barely able to keep him upright.

“Let me take him,” I say. “Come on. Let’s go. I’ll drive.”

Ian mutters a few broken-up words as I help him out to the truck. I tell him everything’s going to be okay as I get him into the passenger side.

Not gonna lie, though. He looks bad.

With Alice sitting in the front between Ian and myself and Bailey in the back seat, we tear through the storm toward the hospital. The thunder sounds like it’s closing in on us. Rain splatters violently off the windshield, the wipers barely able to keep up.

I keep glancing in the rearview mirror to check on Bailey, but every time I look back at her, she’s either looking at her dad or staring out the window with tear-dampened eyes.

“Almost there, buddy,” I say, glancing over at Ian.

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