Garrett sighed. It was uncanny how this slip of a woman had the ability to melt his heart with every touch, every word of concern, every sweet kiss and caress. “My head has never been better.”
He still couldn’t believe the risk Skyla had taken to heal his sorry ass. Reese had not only filled him in on what Russell had told her, but also how Blake hadn’t wanted Skyla to heal him because of her pregnancy. Garrett honestly couldn’t blame the man. If it had been Reese in that position, he wouldn’t allow her to risk their child for anything in the world. That Skyla had gone and done it anyway likely pissed Blake off, but thankfully it didn’t seem to have any adverse effects on her - hopefully because she’d done the absolute minimum, focusing only on his head injury, ensuring he would wake up, but leaving the rest of the healing for his body to do in its own time.
“What are you guys standing out here for?” Skyla asked, as if thinking of the woman had summoned her. “Come on in, you’re VIP.” She caught Reese by the arm and led her inside, with Garrett holding on to Reese’s other arm so as not to lose her in the crowd.
Inside, the party was in full swing. Music blasted through the speakers. Neon lights reflected off the dark walls. And almost everyone was holding a glow-in-the-dark drink. “This is amazing! I can’t believe you pulled it off,” Reese yelled to Skyla over the loud music.
“Thanks! Have fun tonight,” Skyla said, as she was pulled away by Blake, sporting a glow-in-the-dark necklace and holding a glow in the dark drink.
Madigan’s was already the most popular bar in the Dallas area, but after tonight, it was going to be legendary.
“The music isn’t too loud for you?” Reese asked, as someone passed behind her and pushed her closer into Garrett’s arms.
He caught her easily, steadying her as he placed an arm around the small of her back. “Reese, I’m okay. More than okay.” He put a soft hand on the side of her neck and sealed her mouth to his in a sweet, but passionate kiss that left him wanting somuch more. When he pulled back, her gaze locked with his. “I know I’ve said it before, but thank you.”
“For what?” She asked.
“Everything. You stayed with me in the hospital, and when things got even harder, you still stuck by me. I know I wasn’t the easiest patient, and I just want you to know how much I appreciate and love you.” He brushed a finger over the hollow of her throat, tracing along her exposed collar bone. “I love you, Miss Graham.”
She smiled, her eyes gleaming up at him. “I love you, Ranger Cooper. And in case I haven’t made it abundantly clear, you are stuck with me.”
He tightened his arms around her, burying his face in her neck. “That’s the only place I ever want to be. Will you dance with me?”
“Forever,” she answered.
