He grins.“Worth it.”
“Thomas?”I whisper.
“Safe and sound.Your boy is a tough one,” he adds with another grin.
“Thank God.”The weight on my chest lessens, even as the adrenaline begins to wane and my body trembles.Thank You, Lord.Thank You for protecting my boy and for keeping Garrison safe.
“You and I are going to have to talk about these near-death experiences, Demo.The cry for attention is getting a little outrageous,” Sawyer says as he sinks to his knees beside us.His shoulder has been crudely wrapped, but at least the bleeding looks to have stopped.
Garrison smiles softly, still out of breath.“I’ll work on that.”
“Please do because I can’t lose you,” I tell him.
He reaches up with a shaking hand and brushes hair out of my face.“Okay…I guess we’re up to five lasagnas now.”I collapse beside him, resting my head on his arm as paramedics and police flood the scene.
I’ll have to move soon, but right now—everything in my world is right.
Because Thomas is safe.
And Garrison Holt is mine.