Page 160 of Manhattan State of Mind

“Wait,” a female voice echoes, and a stiletto wedges in the gap, halting the closure.

Adrenaline fires inside me as I look up. “Lucy.”

Her gaze locks on mine, blue eyes burning with purpose. She jams the button on the panel, shutting us in together.

“Remember the elevator ride we shared my first day back at work?” Her words come out rushed and breathless. “It felt like that ride lasted forever. I hope this one will too. There are some things I need to say to you.”

I watch the nervous flutter of her hands. The urge to reach out and touch her is overwhelming, but I keep my fists clenched and stay still.

Someone approaches outside, but she slams the button again, shutting them out. Shutting us in.

My voice comes out low and gravelly. “Were you there? Did you hear my announcement?”

She nods slowly, eyes wide. “I heard every word. I can’t believe it’s true. You’re really stepping down?”

“Needed to make a statement.” I advance a step closer, the distance between us shrinking. “Actions over words.”

“That you did.” Her breath hitches, and she swallows audibly. “You created a graphic novel for me?”

A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth. “I had some help with the technical stuff. But the emotions and detail—all me. Could’ve worked on the plot a bit more. I now have a newfound respect for the intricacies of graphic design.” I let out a chuckle.

“Nova’s Light?” She smiles. “Who’d dream of coupling Miss Nova with Daredevil?”

“You know what they say about opposites.” I meet her gaze directly. “Did you like it?”

“It’s incredible. Beyond cool. It’s… it’s outstanding. And really sexy.”

“I’m glad you approve.” I pause, my eyes fixed on hers. “I wanted you to have a reminder of me—even if you didn’t want me.”

She takes a tentative step closer, close enough to touch. “In case I forget again?”

“If that were to happen… I don’t think my heart could bear the brunt.”

“Is that why you went back to Vegas? To hand over your responsibilities?” She looks at me with a glimmer of weariness.

“Yes. That’s the only reason.”

She hesitates, her gaze searching mine.

“Is that all you wanted to say to me, Lucy?” I murmur.

“No. I want to meet you halfway too,” she says. “I’m ready to take that leap of faith.”

Hope flares within me. “Yeah? You sure?”

“Yes. You said you love me. Do you mean it?”

I step closer, backing her against the elevator wall. Tracing a finger along her jawline, I tilt her chin up to meet my gaze. “I mean it.”

Her breaths come faster as she melts under my touch. “Do you promise to talk to me if you ever relapse? I’ve realized I can’t just expect you to be perfect. I have to try to support you.” Vulnerability clouds her eyes.

“No more secrets between us,” I tell her firmly.

“All right. The thing is”—she takes a deep breath—“I’ve never said this before… but I think I love you too.”

This makes everything worth it.

I chuckle. “You think?” I raise a brow.