EPILOGUE
––––––––
WHEN LEAH ENTERED HIS apartment, she heard the noise of a football game on the TV and she shook her head. Axel should have been in bed.
She had argued with him vehemently to make him remain in the hospital for two days, and she relented afterward only because he had promised to rest.
“That’s not resting,” she said in a dry voice.
Axel turned his head from the screen and grinned at her, “Football is always relaxing for a man, Leah. Didn’t you know that?”
Leah pursed her lips, but she couldn’t get upset with him. After he had been stabbed five times and survived, he had the right to spend his time with the things he loved.
She came to the sofa where he lounged and put the bag with Chinese food on the coffee table.
“Brought you some lunch,” she said and without reali
