Chapter 25
JOSEPHINE “JO” BOOKER
I tried not to worry, but it felt like a piece of my heart walked out of the clubhouse when Johnny kissed me goodbye and left with his brothers. And as many times as I recalled his promise to come back to me, it didn’t seem to register.
I thought my biggest hurdle would be letting someone into my life, but it turns out that was relatively easy.
Perhaps that’s only because it was Johnny I was letting in.
He made it easy.
He was relentless in his efforts, making it impossible for me not to fall in love with him.
But now that man owns my heart, and watching him walk out the door is much harder than anything I’ve ever experienced.
He stole a piece of my soul and made it his. I’ll always worry until he comes back to me, but it’s a small price to pay to have a man like him be the guy I share my life with.
The door creaks open, and I hear his boots hit the floor. Relief instantly floods me as I turn in bed to face him.
Our eyes lock, and so many emotions rush through me--most of them foreign.
But there is no denying the love that consumes me when I look at him.
He looks tired.
Drained.
Most of all, he looks like mine.
“You came back,” I rasp.
“Always, baby.” He climbs into bed, immediately reaching for my cold feet, and tucks them between his legs. “I’ll always come home to you.”
The End