Page 517 of The Morally Grey Billionaires Boxset

Edward

I walk toward my wife and scoop her up in my arms, leaving Baron to get her bag.

"I can walk," she murmurs.

"Not when I can carry you."

To my surprise, she doesn’t protest. She snuggles in, and I take her to the car. I place her in the back seat, then walk around and slide in next to her.

"Where to, folks?" Baron looks at us in the mirror.

"Her address is—" I begin, but my wife cuts me off. "We’re going to your place."

"We are?" I jerk my chin in her direction.

"We are," she confirms with a soft smile on her face.

Baron meets my gaze in the rearview mirror, nods, then eases the car forward.

In the forty-five minutes it takes us to reach home through traffic, she falls asleep on my shoulder.

I manage to text my housekeeper and let her know she can finish up for the day and leave.

I want my wife all to myself when I get her home.

She opted to come with me, probably because she feels weak and shaken, and while I never want to see anything like this happen to her again, I’m not going to waste this opportunity to hold her.

We draw up at my place. I thank Baron, then hook her handbag over my shoulder and carry her inside.

When I approach her bedroom, she stirs. "Are we home? "

Home. She called this home. I hope she thinks of my home as her home, too. She’s probably out of it; that’s why she called it home.

"We are." I walk into her room, but she shakes her head.

"Your room." She looks up at me with her big blue eyes. "I want you to take me to your bedroom."

I swallow. "Are you sure?"

She nods.

"I don’t want you to feel beholden to me for anything. I know I rushed to the hospital, and I know I was worried about you, but I don’t want this to make you feel compelled to want to be with me."

"And what if I do want it?" Her gaze intensifies. "What if I told you I've missed you and couldn’t wait to be with you. And when I was run into and fell to the ground, all I could see was your face in front of my eyes. And I realized that if I can’t be with you, my life will be incomplete."

"Then I have to say, He’s listened to my prayers." I start toward my room.

"You’ve been praying?"

"Not daily, and nowhere near as much as I did in my past life as a priest. But I admit, I’ve been beseeching Him to give me a second chance with you.

" I glance down at her. "You have to know nothing is worth seeing you hurt. I’d rather you be safe and unharmed than have you here with me, having almost been run down. "

"It was just a nudge, honestly." She rubs her cheek against my chest. "And the guy who was on the bike was really sorry.

I was sure he was going to burst into tears when he helped me up on the sidewalk.

And I told him I was okay, but he insisted on calling the ambulance.

And then Dr. Kincaid happened to be at the hospital as they brought me in—"

"I’m glad he was, and that he called me."

"I’m glad he did, too. The only person I wanted to see then was you."

I place her on my bed gently, then sit down next to her. "How are you feeling? Do you want something to eat? Maybe some herbal tea?"

A buzzing sound fills the air. I pick up her bag and bring it over to her. She pulls out her phone and answers it. "Hi, Summer. No, I’m okay."

I can hear the woman’s voice rise in pitch on the other side.

"No, I’m good, really. I’m here with Eddie."

The voice on the other side says something, and my wife blushes. "I’m sure, I don’t want you to come and get me. Honestly, I’m good. Yeah, I’m spending the night here." She nods. "Thanks, I’ll keep you updated." She switches off the phone and slides it into her bag. I place it on the nightstand.

She leans back against her pillows and yawns again. "I’m so tired."

"The shock must be wearing off." I pull the sheets up to her chin. "You should rest."

"That was Summer. She asked me if I was moving back with you."

My heart somersaults in my ribcage. Sweat pools under my arms. I’ll never take what we have for granted.

Never take the fact that she’s my wife and in my bed as a fait accompli.

Never stop myself from telling her how much I love her, every day, for the rest of my life.

And if You’re really up there and watching over me, then please, let her say yes, please.

I swallow, and when I don’t say anything, she lowers her chin to her chest.

"Don’t you want to know what my reply was?"