“Oh, yes,” she said softly. “I’ll give you my trust. And my love.” She threw herself into his arms.
He gathered her tight and buried his face in her hair. His fingers grazed across the bandage at the base of her skull, and he closed his eyes.
“What about your job?” she asked, her voice muffled by his chest.
He gently pulled her away and touched her face, unable to keep his hands away from her. “I have to go back to Dallas and take care of a few things. Attend Mick’s funeral…and give the department notice. But then I’m coming back. There’s nothing for me there anymore. Pop wants me to stay on and work for him here.”
Joy radiated from her face. She smiled, and for the first time in days, the sun shone on his heart.
“I love you, Faith. I need you. There will never be another woman who completes the other half of my soul the way you do.”
“I love you too,” she said. “No one will ever understand me the way you do.”
He leaned forward to kiss her. Lightly, reverently, their lips touched.
“Can we go home now?” he asked. “I want you with me, next to me, touching me, in my bed.”
She smiled. “Yes, take me home.”