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late at night, and I knew he’d still be awake, right now. If I
called him, it wouldn’t go to voicemail, like it always did.
If I called him… he might pick up.
And maybe that was why I wanted to do it.
I wanted to hear his voice – not a recording. I wanted to
speak with him, ask him why. Why he didn’t tell me? Why
he kept it a secret – another secret? Why he let me believe
the worst… and why he kept working on the case, even
after we broke up?
I had so many questions and absolutely no answers.
The pain burned deep into my core. Maddox was
secretly taking care of me… when I left him behind,
especially when he needed me the most. Now all my
reasons for doing so, appeared moot.
My lungs denied me breath, and tears burned the back
of my eyelids.
Maddox and I were foolishly in love…
And now? Look at us.
My thumb pressed the call button, before I could
overthink it. I brought the phone to my ear, and, after two
rings, Maddox answered the call.
“Hello?”
His voice. Lord, have sweet mercy on me. That gruff,
deep baritone, husky voice. I missed it so much. I didn’t
know how much I had needed to hear his voice until now.
I tried to clear my throat, because I suddenly forgot how
to speak.
“Hello?” he said again, curt and irritated. My lips
twitched. He was always so impatient, just as I
remembered. Some things never change.
My heart thundered. My lips parted to speak.
“Oh my God!” There was a happy giggle and then, “The
baby kicked again. He’s literally playing football in there.
Maddox! Here, feel it.”
My chest caved.
My pulse beat heavy in my throat.