He kept on asking that, kept on demanding for this Nic who I didn’t know, had never even heard of, but his desperate tone hit my heart hard. If his desperation for a stranger didn’t take me aback, then my disabled husband, a man who lived in a wheelchair, stunned me further by getting to his feet, standing on them, just as Link and Steel, two of his MC brothers, as well as a nurse, made an appearance in the room.
They tried to restrain him after they got him back into bed, yet the more they tried to keep him there, the more anguished he was. The more desolate.
I had never heard him mention Nic before, but he was desperate to get to him—whoever he was. His brothers didn’t appear to know who this Nic was either.
“We’ll find out who Nic is,” Link vowed, his face sweaty with exertion as both he and Steel worked hard to keep him contained on the bed.
His words were the passcode that triggered a cessation of Maverick’s struggling. As if they’d flicked a light switch, he stopped. Turned still.
“Until then,” Steel told him, “Ghost is here.”
Mav stared up at him. “Who’s Ghost?”
I saw Link pass me a guilty look, but I didn’t stick around to find out how else he could break my heart.
I loved him.
What a time to realize it.
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