Lucas sat in his study. He leaned back in the leather chair, his hand resting over the bandaged shoulder where the bullet had hit.
The pain was still there, a dull throb that he couldn’t quite ignore, but it wasn’t what occupied his mind.
His thoughts were on Desi.
He closed his eyes, her face filling the darkness behind his eyelids. He could see the way she had looked at him earlier, tears shimmering in her eyes as she pressed her hands to his chest, making sure he was still breathing, still with her.
That look had shaken him more than the pain ever could.
Desi had always been a force of nature in his life, a whirlwind of love, compassion, and strength. He was glad to have her back.
Lucas ran a hand through his hair, exhaling slowly. He thought about how she had tended to him the
