I fought to believe him. Years of guilt rebelled. Still . . . the rational part of me knew he was right, and I wanted so badly to release this burden. Therapy had helped some, but it still reared its ugly head from time to time. “I know that. Doesn’t stop the feelings sometimes.”
Something in his eyes clouded for a moment. “I get that.”
I didn’t want to leave the warm cocoon of his embrace, but I figured I’d made enough of a spectacle of myself, so I slid off his lap back to my seat. I chanced a glance to the side and caught Harper disappearing from the window right at that moment. Great. I wiped my face and shook my head. “I never do this, you know.”
“What? React normally to a completely fucked-up situation?”
I couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah. That.”
His hand found mine and he brought it to his lips to brush a kiss to the back of my knuckles. “Don’t worry about it. You’re entitled to your feelings, Riley.”
“Even for you?” I blurted.
He slowly dropped my hand and blinked away, not saying a word.
“I’m sorry. That was too much. I shouldn’t have—”
He shook his head, silencing me. His hands were restless as he yanked off his baseball cap, raked his fingers through his hair, then slammed it back on as his gaze roved the parking lot, suddenly everywhere but on me. “Riley, look . . .” He sighed from deep in his gut, as if in pain, before facing me. “It’s not too much. You’re not too much. You’re pretty much fucking perfect from where I sit. But I’ve told you before, I don’t want to hurt you, and I meant it. You deserve everything and I’m . . . I have nothing.”
I blinked at him, shocked.
Perfect?
Nothing?
When had he gotten those two so terribly twisted?
I could take it if he didn’t want me—okay, maybe not, but I would eventually get over it. But he was basically telling me that he wanted me but felt unworthy and that meant future pain for me. Well, Hunter Henderson may equal an unavoidable heartache, but not for the reasons he thought. He was anything but unworthy.
He was everything.
He’d triumphed in spite of the shitty hand life had dealt him, and come out of it, yes, maybe a bit more wary, but also stronger, kinder, braver, and his protective streak for those he cared about was a mile wide and definitely something special.
“Hunter,” I finally managed, making him look at me. “I’m not perfect, and you’re not nothing.” I cupped my hand over his. “As for my heart, why don’t you let me worry about that? All I wanna know is do you have room for me in yours?”
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