Page 4 of Follow Me

She nodded.

He gently caught her chin and leaned in for a kiss. “I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you, too, Sir.”

She waited for him to get out, round the car, and help her out. All the way to the front door, he kept his arm around her, protectively tucking her against his side. Most of their friends knew she was in a battle for her life, but he’d only really talked about it in-depth with Seth.

In fact, he’d broken down, crying on Seth’s shoulder just last week about all of this, tears he didn’t dare shed in front of her for fear of what it might do to her.

When they reached the front entrance, he gently eased her behind him so whoever opened the door would see him first and he could hug them and whisper in their ear a warning not to hug her tonight.

He didn’t want her accidentally hurt by well-intentioned friends, didn’t want her drastic weight-loss being commented on, either, if they felt how dangerously thin she was.

Here we go.

He reached out and rang the doorbell.