dangerous.”
“It sounds like it will be rewarding and meaningful work.” I eyed him, with amusement. I’d known from the moment I got the offer that Patrick wouldn’t like it one bit.
“This is actually what you want to do?” he asked, his voice dubious.
“Yes.”
“Then this is exactly what you should do,” he said, kissing me. Now I was the one who was surprised.
“You’d really be okay with me traveling everywhere and leaving you behind in San Francisco?”
“As long as it’s what you want to do, as long as it makes you happy, and as long as you always come home to me.” Patrick pulled me on top of him, hugging me tightly to his chest. “I don’t want to ever lose you again.”
I laid my hand over his chest. His scar was less shocking now, and I hardly noticed it at all beneath my palm.
“This,” I told him, patting the muscle over his heart. “This is home.”
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