The moment I heard the garage door open, I ran to meet him. I needed to see he was safe and whole-my imagination had him roughed up and bloody. I'd seen the pictures of what happened to Ryan when he was murdered, and I couldn't stop replacing his face with Jase's until I saw him in the flesh. His eyes drooped, evidence of his exhaustion written all over his face. My arms found their way around his neck as I buried my face in his skin.
"I missed you, too," he cooed into my ear.
I struggled to maintain my composure. Somehow, our relationship had done a one-eighty in a very short amount of time. His confession allowed me to express my true feelings for him, and it was as if we'd always been together.
"Come on, let's go inside. I want to see the kids and go to bed." He kissed me on the t
