“Exactly, child. The force between you two was too great, biding you both over time with so many similarities that if I’m honest far outweighed the circumstances behind the actual curse.”
“Fate decided we needed a chance?”
“Given what you’ve just explained, it definitely did,” Saint said from the bed. “Now, get your arse back here, I want to kiss you some more.”
As I sidled up to him, the doctor left with Senior Sinclair and I climbed into bed with Saint.
I turned to face him. “So, all that mysterious nonsense, distancing yourself from me, sort of playing hard to get. The riddles and not kissing me, was because you knew you were dying?”
“Yes, baby. I wanted to be with you. Only, I didn’t want to break your heart when I passed. Each time I thought about it, it made me angrier that I could never be with you. Honestly, I still don’t understand the connection we have or why you captured my heart the way you did but thank you, for being you.” His kiss was deep, slow and long. “I haven’t fucked in a hospital bed, want to give it a whirl.” He winked.
Laughing, I nodded and welcomed the feel of his lips on mine yet again.
Chapter 52 – Saint
Staring at the swirlingtea I stirred, my mind wandered. The last three days had been a whirlwind of shock and phone calls filled with heartfelt wishes from members of the brotherhood. Rhett had to return home for his case trials and Levana, despite her reluctance, had school. Dean’s acceptance of our relationship, while ground-breaking, he remained adamant that she put her studies first which I agreed to.
Now, I sat in my living room sharing a cup of tea with my father, who’d decided to spend a few more days with me, still trying to wrap my head around my fortuitous survival. Even though I was grateful to be alive, the phenomenon hadn’t worn off yet. “How am I alive, father?”
He lifted his head from the book he was reading and afforded me a smile that reached his sparkling blue eyes—an occurrence I hadn’t seen in years. Happiness looked good on him. “She broke the curse, son. We might not unravel the workings behind it, but I suppose the only logical answer is that her love for you surpasses realms we can’t even begin to understand.”
“But I was under the impression our bloodlines had to fall in love. We checked. Levana’s mother is not a descendant of Snow.” Rising, I set the teacup I held in my hand on the side table and strolled over to the window. My heart was happy, yes, but being the perfectionist, I strove to be all my life, I wanted to know how this happened.
“You’re unsettled?” Father came up next to me.
We both stared at the pissing rain for a while before I replied, “I am. It worries me that we don’t know what happened. Whether this is long term, or some miracle fate has granted us for a short respite. I would hate to become complacent at the risk of losing more Sinclair men down the line.”
He gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze. “You’ve always been the pessimist among the Sinclair men and not without reason. You’ve served your family well over the years and I don’t doubt you of all people will seek to understand this strange occurrence.” I sensed a but coming and turned to look at him. “
Only a doting father would put aside family traditions for the love of his son. Now, that I was given the opportunity to perhaps have a child of my own someday, I understood his reluctance to prolong the enjoyment of this miraculous turn of events. “Thank you for being there for me and having my best interests at heart, always.” I held out my hand for a shake. Nodding, he instead embraced me in a strong-armed hug.
The sudden ring of the intercom had him pulling back. “Expecting visitors? Levana?”
I shook my head, also surprised. “She has the code to enter.”
“Rest, let me get it.” He was already striding away before I could stop him.
