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I kept my eyes on the brick, body pumping and brain in a far away place.

Thirteen.

Fourteen.

“Confirmed.”

Fifteen.

Sixteen.

“Good. Good. Up and out in an hour.”

Silently, I continued.

Seventeen.

Eighteen.

Sweat poured down my face.My hands began to perspire from the strenuous activity. At one hundred, I lifted my body completely and pressed my back against the side of the bunk. Though my body had halted, my thoughts were still running wild.

Running with her.

Quickly making room for her.

Changing.

Elevating.

Accommodating.

I massaged my temples as my lips formed a smile. I’d waited for this moment. For this woman in particular. Not because I was privy to her existence, but because I knew that no one before her had made me feel much. If anything at all.

I was patiently waiting for my heart to explode. Waiting for my feelings to overwhelm me. Waiting for my dominance to subside when necessary. Waiting for my head to spin. Waiting to touch her mind long before I placed my hands on her body.

Waiting to see her in my dreams. Waiting to want her around. All the time. Every time. Waiting to share my wallet. Waiting to add her to my bank accounts. Waiting to get her whatever her heart desired. Waiting to spoil her.

Waiting to buy the most precious diamond Huffington had to offer. Waiting to walk her down the aisle. Waiting to change her name. Waiting to plant my seeds. Waiting to watch them grow. Waiting to catch them with my bare hands. Waiting to raise them.

In peace.

In harmony.

Well protected.

Highly respected.

Loved. Unconditionally.

I knew she'd been wondrous. I didn’t know she’d be Range, sister of Chemistry Childers. He’d been vital to my medical trajectory. Knowing he’d be responsible for my life’s trajectory as well had my lids touching and my mouth open slightly.

“Good looking out, Bro.”

His words made more sense now. So did his logic.

“I’m not your mentor, Blackwood. I am your brother. Your success is not optional for either of us. It’s paramount.”

I understood. The meanings were no longer unclear. The moment Range appeared before me, the dots connected.