“Never.”
And suddenly I know.
No fear.
No hesitation.
No doubts.
Just love.
Pure and simple.
I take both his hands in mine.
His eyes narrow suspiciously.
“Rusty?”
“Shut up and let me talk.”
A watery laugh escapes him.
“Yes, ma'am.”
“Three years ago you broke my heart.”
He flinches.
“But you came back.”
“Amanda—”
“And I know we're both a little crazy.”
That earns me a snort.
“A little?”
I laugh.
“Okay, a lot crazy.”
“Accurate.”
“But I don't care anymore.”
His breathing stops.
“I love you.”
“Christ, Amanda—”
“And if we're being honest, I don't want another day without you.”
His eyes fill again.
“Baby…”