Chapter Thirty-One
Graham
Madison’s eyes were wide, and her mouth fell open in a pretty O. I sifted my fingers through her hair and waited. It felt beyond good to have her in my lap.
I didn’t even want to think about how terrifying it had been to realize she could have gotten hypothermia. Hypothermia didn’t seem like a big deal, but people died from it, most often during the autumn and spring seasons when they weren’t as prepared for the cold. My brain slammed a door at the thought.
She was here, and she was safe. She was mine. She gave her head a tiny shake and then licked her lips. “You love me?”
I nodded slowly, certainty filling my heart and a sense of relief and joy settling inside me. “Yes. Is that so hard to believe?”
She blinked, and a tear rolled down her cheek. “Oh, don’t c
