He pulled back, looking at me, then sighed like he couldn’t even be mad. “Next time, take me with you,” he said, brushing my hair back gently. “Your husband can carry your bags, pay for everything, and show up the second you call. That’s what I’m here for, yeah?”
Husband. The word stabbed right through me. No… you’re not. You stopped being that four years ago.
“Today’s our seventh anniversary,” he continued, smiling slightly. “Come on. I’ve got something for you.”
He took my hand and led me outside, straight to the helipad, and before I could say anything he picked me up like I weighed nothing and carried me into the helicopter. The blades roared to life, wind whipping around us as we lifted into the sky. I didn’t speak. I just watched him. This man. This stranger.
After we climbed high enough, he tilted my chin toward the window. “Look.”
I looked down. The city lights shifted, moving, aligning until they formed words stretching across the dark.
LOVE, DANICA.
My breath caught. It was beautiful. It was insane. It was him.
Felix leaned close, his lips brushing my ear, his voice low and soft. “I love you, Danica,” he murmured. “Always have. Always will.”