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The declaration loosened the tension in mychest immediately.
With a shuddering sob, I told him, “I wantto come home.”
“I’ll get you on the first flight backthat’s available,” he said without even a second of hesitation.“Tomorrow, though. You need to get some sleep.”
“I know,” I whispered.
“And when you get here, we’re going to havea long,longconversation about why the hell you would goall the way across the country rather than tell me the truth aboutwhy you’re going,” he added sternly.
“That’s fair.” I would save my ideas abouttherapy for when we were face-to-face. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry too.” He said it so effortlessly,considering none of this was his fault.
“Don’t be. This one is fully my problem.” Iblew out a long breath. “You know, we could have stayed at AscendRed forever, and this wouldn’t have happened.”
He made a noise of annoyance. “You were theone who said we couldn’t stay there forever. I would have beenperfectly happy to run away from reality.”
“We obviously need to hold each otheraccountable for our destructive, irrational impulses.” It wasn’t ajoke, but I hoped it sounded like one. “And the first thing youneed to hold me accountable for is my laziness. I don’t want to sitaround your penthouse all day being a kept woman. I’m going to haveto get a job.”
“There are plenty of dispensaries,” heunintentionally echoed Sarrah’s earlier suggestion.
“Ooh, or a kink club,” I said playfully. “Ihear there are some of those in the city.”
“None I’ve ever been impressed with.”
Light. Fucking. Bulb.
“So, you’re coming home, then?” he went on,leaning on the word “home.”
“I am.” I couldn’t contain my grin. “I’mcoming home. And I’m bringing a business proposition.”