Turning around, I smiled.
“What are you doing here?” He walked over and kissed me.
“I’m having Morgan erase everything on the Judicator.”
“Good idea.” A smile crossed his lips.
“And look at that.” Morgan grinned. “The Judicator no longer exists.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Parker
I arrived home from the office and set my briefcase down.
“Paige?” I called out.
“Upstairs,” she shouted.
I walked into the bedroom and stopped. She was standing in the closet, the panel open, staring at her collection as if she were somewhere else entirely.
“Paige? Are you going to tell me why you’re standing there like that?”
“I’m thinking,” she said.
“That doesn’t look like thinking. It looks like you’re somewhere else.”
“Maybe I am,” she said.
A sick feeling erupted in the pit of my stomach.
“Thirty days is all I give myself,” she said.
“What do you mean?” I walked over and wrapped my arms around her from behind.
“Thirty days to figure things out and not a second more. It’s been thirty days, Parker. I told you earlier that I was ready to go back to work.”
The sick feeling inside me intensified.
“What Hearthstone turned me into can be used for good. I want to fix situations for people. I want to be an independent contractor for hire.”
“You’re going to put yourself back into that world?” I asked.
“No. I’m choosing this time,” she said.
“You don’t have to do that anymore, sweetheart.”
She turned in my arms, and our eyes locked on each other.
“It’s exactly what I need to do. You promised, Parker.”
I inhaled a sharp breath. “I worry.”
A smirk crossed her lips. “I’m the last person you need to worry about.”
“I know that, Paige. Fuck. I know that. But a part of me will always worry. I love you too much not to worry. Plus, I don’t want you to leave.”
“Leave?” Her brows furrowed. “Why would I leave?”