“Do you ever miss it, though?” I asked quietly, breaking the silence. His fingers stilled on my leg again before resuming their lazy circles.
“Miss what?” he asked, his voice measured.
“The way things were before,” I said, hesitating. “Before me. Before… all of this. The lifestyle, the freedom, the loose women.”
“No,” he said simply. His tone was firm. “Not for a second.”
His grip tightened slightly on my thigh, and I could feel the weight of his words settling between us. The truck rumbled steadily as we rolled through the quiet streets.
“You’re it for me, Laura,” he added after a moment, his voice low and gravelly. “Always have been, even before I knew it.”
My breath caught in my throat, and I felt a warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with the sun streaming through th
