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CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
LUKE
June
“Would you be still?” I say for the millionth time.
“I can’t! I’m ready for this to be over with,” Andi complains.
“Fidgeting won’t make it go any faster. You can’t get your cast off with that clothes hanger.” I shake my head at her.
“It itches! This is the only way I can scratch it,” she replies, digging into her cast with the wire hanger again. “Oh my God. I just realized that this leg hasn’t been washed or shaved in six weeks! You can’t look at it when he cuts the cast off,” she says seriously.
“Andi, I live with you. I’ve seen you in every imaginable way—and some that defy imagination. I think I can handle an unshaved leg,” I gently chide her.
“What if it’s hairier than yours? How unattractive wouldthatbe? No, you need to look away,” she contends.
I tell her every day, and I will keep telling her every day. “I’ve missed you so much. I love you.”
She smiles brightly. “I love you, too. I’ll love you more when we get back to the room if you don’t look.”
“Deal.” I’m no idiot. I’ll take her up on that in a hot second.
She grins, knowing she’s won in more ways than one. I’ll let her win anything she wants. The months apart were horrible, and I never want to relive that for any reason. “You’re so easy,” she laughs.
Rubbing my thumb across her cheek, I lean in and thoroughly kiss her. “Are you sure you don’t resent me for not finishing the tour?” I’ve asked her this question every day for the past month, too.
“No, I don’t resent you at all, and I never will. You are more important to me than anything. I couldn’t perform in the state I was in, anyway. When they said I had to cancel for health reasons, they weren’t lying,” she says. “Thankfully, Travis only had scrapes and bruises so he was able to finish the tour. Imagine how disappointed the fans would’ve been if they’d had to cancel several stops.”
At first, I thought that hearing Travis’s name or seeing his face would bother me, but it really doesn’t. I know my girl and I know where her heart is. She chose me over the one voted the sexiest man in the world. Knowing that he was in love with her and they would’ve been the ultimate power couple, she walked away from all of that for a chance at a good life with me.
She gives me all of her love and all of her heart every day. In her every gesture, she shows how important I am to her. Whatever happened between them while we were broken up doesn’t matter now. She feels the same about Syndi, though she’s understandably a little touchier about her name being brought up. Had Syndi and Katelyn not played their games, none of this would’ve happened in the first place.
Had I not fallen right into their trap, none of it would’ve happened. I remind her of this and take responsibility for my actions. Trust me, she doesn’t let me forget it. She has very imaginative ways of having me make it up to her, and she uses it to her full advantage. I usually benefit from it just as much as she does, though, so I’ll never complain about it at all.
The doctor finally comes in with her chart and reads over her initial injuries. “You’re a lucky girl,” he says, clearly surprised she doesn’t have worse injuries. “You were in a pretty bad wreck.”
“Yes, I was. Thanks to a drunk driver,” she says with disdain. “But I’m ready to get this cast off now.”
The doctor looks over the cast that has obvious wear on the bottom of her foot. “It looks like you’ve already been walking without your crutches,” he chuckles.
“I didn’t know how my leg would feel after not using it for so long. I have to be able to walk on it and in heels in two weeks,” she dictates.
“Two weeks?” he asks, eyeing the cast. I can see Andi’s anxiety rising. “You really have to be careful for about six weeks as the bone continues to heal. I’d prefer if you wore flats.”
“I’m fine with her going barefoot, but she won’t have it,” I chime in. Andi cuts her eyes at me, like I just gave the doctor an out to deny her request.
“No going barefoot. We’ve already discussed this,” she says, raising her eyebrows at me.
“Discussed it? You flat out refused it. There was no discussion,” I correct.
“That’s right. That’s discussing it in my book. Remember what you did,” she adds quickly and smiles sweetly at me.
“I’m going to pay for that for the rest of my life, huh?”
“No, of course not. Only until the next time you royally screw up and I can start using that for a while instead,” she explains.
