Page 130 of Burning for You
Caro
When Levi said he wouldn’t let me go, he meant it. His arms must’ve been aching, staying still for both me and Jesse throughout the flight.
I’ve been in and out of consciousness, and now I’m on my way to waking up again.
“Love Bug, are you awake?” Levi whispers.
I give a small stretch. I’m not sure if I’m ready to face the world just yet, but with that voice, and with the name (he’s never called me that before), I might just peek at him—my world.
“There you are,” he says softly, running his finger along my cheek while his other hand is still holding mine. I can see both his hands are bandaged.
I sigh and close my eyes. I would’ve kept looking at him, if not for the dizziness.
“What happened to Wing Girl?” I murmur.
For that, I receive a kiss on my lips.
So, Josh is dead. In an attempt to keep me conscious during the flight, Levi told me he’d stabbed the bastard using his own knife. I knew my ex had kept a military knife as part of his ‘keeping cool’ act. How ironic.
Levi also told me that Jesse had apparently shot Rupert in the forehead, with an almost impossible shot, from two hundred and twenty yards away using only a pistol. I’m glad Jesse did, even though that caused my catastrophic fall. If someone was going to kill Levi, he had to die.
“How’s Jesse?” I ask while appraising my surrounding. So many flowers!
“He’s still in the ICU.”
“Is he gonna be okay?”
“The doctor thinks so.”
I try to sit up, but my whole body is aching. I’m desperate to get some sign that my baby is okay. If the baby was further along, I would’ve been able to rely on her or his movements and kicks. But at barely seven weeks, I can’t tell.
The doctor comes in. “You’re awake, Miss Meyer,” he says. He didn’t seem to bring anything with him. Isn’t there supposed to be a report? A printout? A scan or something?
Looking at my nervous face, he continues, “Everything looks great, Miss Meyer. Your baby is okay.”
Both Levi and I sigh a huff of relief. Our foreheads touch, and we give each other a light kiss. We’re even too exhausted to welcome the news with much rigor, but inside, I’m sure he is as elated as I am.
The doctor adds, “And as for yourself, I don’t see any internal injuries. Despite some bruising on your arms and legs, and that nasty wound on your calf, you’re in good shape.”
“Thank you, doctor,” I say.
“You need to stay in bed for a couple more days, and then you need to take it easy. Are you planning to fly soon?”
I look at Levi and shake my head. “No. My boyfriend will drive me back to the ranch.”
Levi smiles. “I’ll drive carefully.” He then asks, “How’s Jesse?”
“He’s waking up. Lucky guy! He was only saved by his stubbornness and luck. The bullet actually didn’t damage any of his internal organs. He had a bad tear on his abdomen, and because of what he did after he acquired the injury, the tear became almost fatal.”
Levi nods, his expression between admiration and regret.
“Can we see him?” I ask.
“Well, not you. Your partner may. I’ll let you know when,” the doctor says. “Alright. I’ll leave you two to it.”
With just the two of us in the room, I turn to Levi, giving him a soft gaze. The last time we argued, he said I hadn’t asked what he’d wanted. I’m not going to make the same mistake again.
Caressing his fingers, I say, “Levi, is this really what you want? Us together?”