Текст книги "It's Only Love"

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“Baby, don’t cry. I’m so sorry I hurt you. I’d give anything to go back to Thursday night when we were still in bed and everything was perfect.”

“Before I ruined it by trying to surprise you.”

“You didn’t ruin it. I did. I take full responsibility for that. I love you so much, El. I’ll always love you. Please give me another chance to be what you need. I won’t let you down this time.”

She cried softly in his arms, wrapped up in his strength and that irresistible scent.

“Ella, say something. Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“The part that hurt the most wasn’t that you didn’t want to go on the trip. It was that you walked away from me over it. What you said that night . . . That’s the part I can’t stop thinking about. I didn’t care about the trip. I always knew it was possible you might not want to go or be able to . . . But that you ended it with me five minutes after we made love. I can’t get past that, Gavin, as much as I wish I could.”

“That was a huge mistake. I overreacted. I was scared. I said things I shouldn’t have said.”

“How do I know that’s not going to happen again?”

“I’m promising you, right here and right now, that will never happen again.”

“How can you promise that? If you’d asked me Thursday if it would happen, I would’ve said no way. I don’t know if I can live with the fear of something I say or do setting you off and making you walk away. It’s like walking through a minefield.”

His body went rigid and he winced.

“Oh God, Gavin, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“It’s okay. It’s an apt description.”

“I should’ve thought of another way to say it.”

He drew back from her, and framed her face with his hands, brushing away her tears with his thumbs. “I love you, and I’m standing here promising I will never walk away from you again, no matter what. All I have to give you is my word, Ella. I give you my word. What happened the other night will never happen again.”

She wanted to believe him. She wanted so badly to believe him, to hang on to his assurances with everything she had. But the pain was still so fresh, so present. The ache in her chest had dissipated somewhat since he arrived, but it hadn’t gone away entirely.

“Ella?”

“I want to believe you. I really do.”

“You can believe me. I’ve had two incredibly long days without you to figure out that there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to fix this, to have you back in my arms where you belong. Tell me you still love me, that I haven’t ruined us completely.”

“I do still love you—”

His lips came down on hers, hard and swift, his tongue persuading her to open her mouth to him, to welcome him back in. His arms came around her, holding her in place for his fierce possession.

This was insanity. One minute she was thinking about how she could convince him to let her go. The next minute she was so wrapped up in him again that the thought of letting him go seemed the most preposterous thing she’d ever considered.

Because she had no choice where he was concerned, she wrapped her arms around his neck and lost herself to his kiss. Many minutes later, he broke the kiss and turned his attention to her neck, setting off a shiver that traveled all the way through her. “Take me back to your room, Ella. I need you. I need to show you how much I love you.”

Though she was still confused and not at all convinced that taking him back was in her best interest, she joined her hand with his and walked with him to where they’d left their shoes. Without another word passing between them, they picked up their shoes and carried them as they walked barefoot through the winding path that led to her room.

She proceeded up the stairs ahead of him, acutely aware of his eyes on her as she went. Outside her room, she used the keycard she’d tucked into her dress to open the door.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he said as the door clicked shut behind them. “What you’re feeling.”

“I feel powerless.”

“Ella, honey, you have all the power here.”

“No, I don’t. You have the power to ruin me.”

“I don’t want to ruin you. I just want to love you. That’s all I want.”

“I’m scared of how much I love you. It hurts me when you can’t be what I need.”

His eyes filled and he closed them, his jaw tightening as he wrestled with his emotions. When he opened his eyes, he showed her his heart. “I’m going to be everything you need, and then some. I’ll never let you down again, Ella. I promise you with everything that I am, you can trust me.”

God, she wanted so badly to believe him. She’d never wanted anything more than she wanted to take his assurances to the bank and invest them in her future. As he kissed her neck and unzipped her dress, Ella closed her eyes and tried to give in to the desire he always stirred in her.

But in the back of her mind was the scene from Thursday night, when he’d made love to her and then walked away from her because he’d let his demons come between them. What would she do if that happened again?

She told herself to let go of the past, to start fresh from this minute forward and hope for the best. Except . . . She couldn’t do that. She couldn’t pretend like the other night hadn’t happened, as much as she wanted to.

“Stop, Gavin. Stop.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I can’t do this. I can’t just pick up where we left off like nothing happened. You hurt me. Deeply.”

“Ella—”

She turned away from his outstretched hand. “And you embarrassed me in front of my family and your parents and friends. Everyone knew you were supposed to be with me. What am I even doing here without you? Dylan is a wonderful guy, but he’s not my friend. He’s yours.”

“I wish there was something I could say that would convince you how sincerely sorry I am.”

“I believe you. I know you’re sorry. I know you wish it didn’t happen. But it did happen, and I can’t act like it didn’t.”

“So I’ve ruined everything? Is that what you’re saying?”

“I don’t know. I need some time to process it. I’m not sure how I feel about it, and until I figure that out, I can’t do this.”

“What can’t you do?”

“This! I can’t have sex with you and be with you this way. I’m confused and conflicted.”

He sat on the bed, leaning on his knees, his head down and his eyes hidden from her. “Conflicted how?”

“My better judgment is telling me to get out while I still can, that this relationship isn’t healthy for me. But my heart . . . My heart cries out for you, it beats for you, it loves you and only you.” She swiped furiously at the tears that cascaded down her face.

After running his fingers through his hair repeatedly, he finally looked up at her. “I’m rooting for your heart to prevail.”

Though the tears continued to come, she laughed.

Gavin stood and came over to her. “What do you want to do?”

“I—I was going to go home tomorrow.”

Placing his hands on her shoulders, he said, “Please don’t. Stay here with me this week. Let’s have this time together to see if we can put this back together.”

Ella thought about it for a minute before she nodded. “Okay.”

“I’ll see about getting my own room.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“You said you wanted some time—and I assume some space. I don’t want to crowd you.”

“It’s okay. You can stay here. With me.”

“You’re sure?”

Ella nodded again.

He caressed her face, and Ella leaned into his touch. “What can I do, Ella? Tell me what to do.”

“I don’t know. I just know I’m not ready to jump back in with both feet. That doesn’t mean I don’t want to be with you. I do. Very much so.”

“That’s a good place to start.”

The phone rang, and Ella moved away from him to answer the call from the concierge, who was checking on the meeting she’d requested for after the wedding. She looked at Gavin, who was watching her closely, when she said, “I’ve decided to stay for the week.”

CHAPTER 28

If it were not for hopes, the heart would break.

—Thomas Fuller

Sleeping next to Ella but not being able to touch her and love her the way he wanted to was absolute torture for Gavin. She was so close yet so far away. He couldn’t say he blamed her for wanting to proceed with caution. Until he’d proven that he intended to be what she needed, she’d be crazy to go all in again, and she was anything but crazy.

But lying beside her, knowing what they were capable of together and not being able to have it? Torture. And he had only himself to blame for their current predicament.

Turning on his side, he could make out the faint outline of her profile in the darkness that was offset only by the nightlight in the bathroom. She was so pretty all the time, but never more so than she’d been standing slightly removed from the rest of the wedding guests as she watched Dylan and Sophia exchange vows.

He’d planned his arrival to coincide with the vows so he could sneak in and take her by surprise at a time when she couldn’t object. He wouldn’t soon forget the way she’d stiffened when she realized who had put his arm around her. Right in that instant he’d known he faced a huge battle to win her back.

The battle for her love and trust was one he intended to win. He considered it a small victory that she’d allowed him to stay in her room, to sleep in her bed, to spend this week together.

“Are you awake?” she whispered.

“Yeah. I thought you were asleep.”

“Can’t sleep.”

“How come?”

“Gee, I wonder.”

Her saucy retort drew a low chuckle from him. “Come here.”

“I’m here.”

“Closer.”

She turned to face him.

“Not close enough.” He held out his arm to her, and waited, his heart beating faster all of a sudden, to see if she’d take him up on the invitation.

After a long pause, she slid across the mattress, closing the gap between them.

Gavin gathered her in close to him, wrapping his arms around her. “That’s so much better.” He ran his fingers through her long hair, combing the silky strands. “After I saw you on Friday,” he said, speaking softly to her, “at your place . . . I already knew then I’d made a huge mistake the night before. When I saw you get out of the car, and the look on your face when you saw me there . . .”

“I couldn’t talk to you then. I couldn’t make everyone else wait when they had a plane to catch.”

“I know that now, but at the time . . . I wanted to die because I’d put that wary, uncertain expression on your gorgeous face. I never want you to look at me that way again, Ella. I never want to give you cause to look at me that way again.”

She surprised him when she brought her hand to cup his face, her touch electrifying as always.

He turned his face into her hand, kissing and nuzzling her palm and feeling the tremble that went through her body. So responsive . . . So in tune with him. So perfect for him in every possible way.

“Will you . . .”

“What, baby? What do you want?”

“Will you kiss me? Just that and nothing more?”

“I’d love to kiss you. It’s my favorite thing to do.”

He felt her smile as his lips came down on hers, finding her in the dark.

Her arms curled around his neck to hold him in place as her mouth opened to his tongue.

Gavin poured all his love and devotion and regret and need into that kiss, hoping it conveyed everything he felt for her.

She kissed him back with enthusiasm that matched his own, and he had to remind himself that she’d asked for a kiss. Only a kiss. Hands that wanted to wander were restrained, held in check flat against her back, burning through the silk nightgown that clung to her alluring curves. Those curves were off limits to him tonight, so he threw himself into the kiss.

He explored every corner of her warm sweetness, sucking on her tongue until she moaned into his mouth. Her body arched into his, seeking relief he wasn’t allowed to provide. He respected her boundaries, even as he pulsated with need and desire.

Ella’s fingers were buried in his hair, her nails scraping against his scalp.

God, he couldn’t get close enough.

By the time she broke the kiss, he was fully on top of her, his arms wrapped tightly around her while her legs intertwined with his.

“That was some kiss,” he said, sliding his lips over hers. He couldn’t get enough of her. He would never get enough.

“Mmm, good kiss.”

“Do you think you can sleep now?”

Her reply came in the form of a deep yawn.

“I’ll take that as my cue to leave you alone.” Though he continued to ache with unspent desire, he settled next to her, his arm looped around her waist, thankful to have her there beside him.

“Gavin?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m really glad you came here, even if you didn’t want to.”

“I want to be wherever you are.”

She turned over and snuggled up to him, her head on his chest, her hand flat against his abdomen, a mere inch above the part of him that throbbed for her.

This was going to be a long, long night.

*   *   *

Ella woke to Gavin, fully dressed and holding a tray that included a bright orange flower in a vase. “What’s this?” she asked, pushing hair back from her face.

“Breakfast in bed for my love.”

“Oh, wow. Thanks.”

“No problem.” He waited until she sat up to place the tray on her lap. “I got us a beach cabana, too, with one of those shade things. Can’t have that pretty skin of yours burning.”

“Thank you.” She took a sip of coffee and a careful look at him. He seemed tired, restless, unsettled. “What’s wrong?”

His eyebrows lifted. “Wrong? Absolutely nothing is wrong. For once.”

“Why do you seem tired?”

“Because I didn’t sleep that great. Jet lag or something.”

“We’re in the same time zone as home.”

He shrugged it off. “I don’t know. I just couldn’t sleep.”

The phone rang, and Gavin handed the extension to Ella. “Hello?”

“Hi, Ella, it’s Jack. Hope I didn’t wake you.”

“No, we’re up.”

“I’m looking for Gavin, and I heard he might be with you.”

“Sure, hang on.” She held out the phone to him. “For you. It’s Jack.”

Gavin took the phone from her. “Hey, what’s up?” After listening to whatever Jack had to say, Gavin replied, “Nah, I can’t today. I’m hanging with Ella. But you guys have fun.” He paused again, listened and glanced at her. “I gotta be honest—I can’t do that stuff anymore. I’m an actual adult these days and have too many people counting on me to take crazy chances.” He listened again, chuckled. “Say what you will, my friend, but I’m not changing my mind.” Another pause. “Sure, I’d love to meet for drinks when you get back. I’ll see you then.”

“What’re they up to?” Ella asked when he’d returned the portable phone to the cradle.

“Some sort of shark diving thing without the cage.”

“That sounds fun.”

“You think so?”

“Not really,” she said with a laugh.

“I’d much rather spend the day with you than with a bunch of sharks.”

“I’m strangely complimented by that.”

He leaned over to kiss her forehead. “As well you should be.”

“Hey, Gav?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m proud of you for telling him the truth. I know that wasn’t easy for you.”

“It was easier than it would’ve been before I talked to you about it yesterday. And for what it’s worth, apparently your brothers and brother-in-law are pussies these days, too.”

Ella laughed. “It’ll happen to the rest of them someday.”

“I can only hope it happens soon. I’ll leave you to eat in peace.”

“Don’t go. Help me out here. There’s enough to feed an army.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure.” She lifted a forkful of omelet and held it out to him. Holding her gaze, he took the bite.

After breakfast, they changed into swimsuits and headed for the beach, where he continued tending to her every need, beginning with applying her sunscreen and then by producing a Bloody Mary that left her feeling pleasantly buzzed and peaceful. Her siblings joined them in nearby cabanas, everyone enjoying the sun and sand and clear blue water. They were friendly to Gavin if not overly talkative. She could live with that. It was the most relaxing day Ella could remember having in a long time.

As relaxed as she was, however, Gavin seemed wound up, agitated, unable to sit still. “What’s wrong?” she asked as they returned to their room late that afternoon to shower for dinner with his parents.

“Nothing’s wrong.”

“You’re tense. You have been all day.”

“Did you have a nice day?”

“I had a great day.”

“That’s all that matters. I want you happy.”

“That’s not all that matters.”

“It is for now.”

He used the keycard to open the door, gesturing for her to go in ahead of him. The moment the door clicked shut behind them, she turned to him, resting her hand on his chest. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing is wrong, Ella. Nothing a cold shower won’t take care of.”

“Oh.” She let her gaze travel down the front of him, stopping just below his waist where the evidence of his arousal left no room for interpretation as to what had him so wound up.

“It’s your fault,” he said in a teasing tone. “You and that itty-bitty bikini you pranced around in all day.”

“My bikini is neither itty nor bitty,” she said. “And I don’t prance.”

“It’s both itty and bitty, and I’m only human, babe. And P.S., you most certainly do prance.”

She raised her hands to his shoulders and went up on tiptoes to kiss him.

He reacted instantly, cupping her bottom and lifting her into his arms as he devoured her with his lips, teeth and tongue. With his erection pressed against her, Ella wanted to forget all about the many reasons she’d planned to keep him at arm’s length.

Then she was falling, landing on the bed with him on top of her as the kiss took a turn toward the wild and frantic. The only thing standing between what they both wanted were her bikini bottoms and his bathing suit. He kept his hands on her bottom, squeezing as his tongue thrust into her mouth.

Ella arched into him, needing the relief only he could provide.

He broke the kiss, panting and staring down at her, seeming as dazed as she felt. “We have to stop or we won’t be able to.”

“Don’t stop yet.”

“Ella . . .”

“Please don’t stop yet.”

A muscle in his cheek pulsed from the tension that gripped them both. “Untie your top.”

With trembling hands, Ella did as he asked, baring her breasts to him.

He groaned as he dipped his head to run his tongue over the hard point of her nipple, drawing it into the heat of his mouth and running his tongue back and forth. The whole time he continued to press against her sex, letting her know what he really wanted with every thrust of his hard cock against her tingling clit.

God, she was actually going to come from the combination of what he was doing to her nipples while he pressed against her.

“Gavin . . . Don’t stop.”

“I’ll never stop loving you, Ella. Never.” He sucked hard on her nipple and thrust against her until she came with a sharp cry of pleasure. “Yes, baby, yes. Let me hear you.”

Mindful of their neighbors and who they were, she didn’t fully give in to the urge to scream, but she wanted to.

“Mmm,” he said against her nipple as he continued to stroke his tongue over her sensitive skin. “You’re so hot when you come. I could watch that all day and never get tired of seeing you let go.”

She ran a hand down the front of him, cupping his hardness. “What about you?”

“That was more than enough for me.”

“It wasn’t enough for me. Turn over.”

“No, El, really . . . We don’t have to.”

“Turn over.”

Sighing, he flopped onto his back. “If you touch me, I’ll explode.”

“That’s kind of the idea, isn’t it?” She kissed her way down the front of him, paying homage to his rippling abs before freeing him from the board shorts he’d worn to the beach.

“Ella . . . Christ . . .” As she stroked him, he raised his hips, and true to his word, he came within seconds of her first touch. “Told ya.”

“Feel better?”

“A little.” He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. “I won’t feel completely better until I can do that inside you again, until you stop waiting for me to fuck up again, until I’m sure that you’re sure you can trust me to be what you need. Then I’ll feel better.”

She rested her head on his shoulder. “Today was a good day.”

“Tomorrow will be, too. So will the day after and the day after that. You’re stuck with me.”

CHAPTER 29

And now these three remain: faith, hope

and love. But the greatest of these is love.

—1 Corinthians 13:13

Over the next few days, Gavin went out of his way to make sure his actions matched his words, choosing Ella’s company over that of his friends, arranging a candlelight dinner for two on the beach one night and leaving her only once—to play golf with the guys on Thursday afternoon ahead of the dinner Dylan was hosting the night before everyone was due to head home.

While the guys were golfing, Ella spent the afternoon at the spa with Hannah, Cameron and Megan. After a massage and facial, she returned to the room to dress for dinner. Gavin was in the shower when she got back. He emerged a few minutes later with a towel wrapped around his waist and came to find her on the deck.

“Hey, baby,” he said, kissing her temple as he wrapped an arm around her waist. “How was the spa?”

“Heavenly. How was the golf?”

“An exercise in frustration.”

She smiled up at him. “Seems to be the word of the week, huh?” Though they’d continued to make out every chance they got, among other things, they’d yet to actually make love.

“It’s been a great week. I’m sorry it’s already time to go home. Maybe we can come back here sometime.”

“Maybe.”

“Can we take a walk on the beach before dinner?”

“Sure. I need to grab a quick shower, and then I’m all yours.”

“I like the sound of that. All mine.” He leaned in to kiss her. “Don’t keep me waiting too long. I’ve already had to be without you for hours today.”

He was wearing her down. There was no way to deny the heady feeling that overtook her whenever he said things like that or looked at her in that particular possessive way. Tonight, before they returned to their real lives and whatever awaited them there, she would make love with him. She couldn’t wait to be close to him like that again.

Ella rushed through her shower and dried her hair until it hung in waves down her back. The tropical humidity would undo the work of the straightener, so she didn’t bother, leaving it to curl naturally. She dressed in a floral halter dress and slipped her feet into a pair of wedges. A coat of lip gloss finished off her outfit. She emerged from the bathroom to find Gavin dressed in a yellow polo and plaid shorts. He was so handsome, and despite the ups and downs they’d encountered, he still took her breath away.

“Wow,” he said on a low whistle. “You look amazing.”

“So do you.”

He held out a hand to her. “Shall we?”

Ella took his hand and followed him from the room. The sun was still an hour or more from setting, but the beach was largely deserted except for a few late-day sun worshipers. They walked a long way down the beach, almost to the end of the resort’s property.

“Come check this out,” he said, nodding to a cabana that had been erected on the beach. Gauzy curtains fluttered in the breeze, ready to seal off the occupants from the outside world.

“What is it?”

“You’ll see.”

Inside the cabana, a member of the resort staff awaited them. “Mr. Guthrie, Ms. Abbott, welcome.” Beside a double lounge chair, a bottle of champagne chilled in an ice bucket and a tray of fruit, cheese and crackers was on a table. “I trust everything is to your liking, sir?”

“It is,” Gavin replied. “Thank you so much.”

“My pleasure. Enjoy.”

“You did this?” she asked when they were alone.

“Yep.”

“When?”

“Today when I was supposedly golfing.”

“You didn’t play golf?”

“Nope. I did this, among other things.”

“What other things?”

He gestured to the lounge. “Have a seat, make yourself comfortable and I’ll tell you.”

Burning with curiosity, Ella did as he asked, kicking off her shoes and sitting on the lounge.

Gavin popped the cork on the champagne and poured glasses for both of them before joining her. “Snack?”

“Sure.”

He placed the tray on the canvas cushion between them.

Ella ate a strawberry and a piece of pineapple. “This is nice. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Are you going to tell me what else you did today when you were supposed to be golfing?”

“I went shopping.”

“You . . . you did what?”

“I went shopping,” he said again, amusement dancing in his eyes.

“For what?”

He slid a hand under one of the pillows and produced a small velvet box that he handed to her. “For this.”

Ella’s heart kicked into overdrive as she studied the box he’d put in her hand. “W-what is it?”

“Open it and see.”

“Gavin . . . I don’t know . . .”

He placed his much larger hand over hers. “Open it, Ella.”

Though her hands trembled madly, she managed to flip open the box to discover a stunning diamond ring nestled in black velvet. “Oh . . . Oh my God. Gavin . . .”

He put the fruit tray back on the table and turned to her. “I realized this week that there was only one thing I could do to make you absolutely certain that I’m in this to stay. That I needed to go big or go home, as Caleb used to say.” He cupped her cheek, compelling her to look at him. “I love you more than I can ever tell you. I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember. Every time you came to my rescue, I fell deeper in love with you. And when I thought I’d lost you forever, I experienced the kind of grief I’ve only known one other time in my life. I don’t want to feel like that ever again. I don’t want to spend another day without you. I don’t want to sleep another night without you tucked in next to me. I don’t want to live without the special joy that only you bring to my life. I was a dead man walking until you set your sights on me, Ella, and you single-handedly brought me back to life. I know I’m a bad bet, but I’m determined to be what you need. Will you please marry me and be mine forever, even on the days I don’t deserve you?”

Here he was, the Gavin she’d always known lived inside the shell of a man who’d been so lost after his brother’s death. And this Gavin, the Gavin she had loved so much for so long, was saying everything she’d ever wanted to hear—and a few things she hadn’t dared to hope for.

“Ella, baby, you’re making me sweat here.”

“I love you so much. You’ll never know how deeply my love for you runs through me. When I thought we were over, I couldn’t imagine how I’d find the wherewithal to go on without you. And then when you came here and you put your arm around me during the wedding and surrounded me with your familiar scent, I was able to breathe again for the first time since you left.”

“I’ll never leave you again. I promise, even if you turn me down cold today, you’re stuck with me.”

“I’m not turning you down cold.”

“You’re not?”

She shook her head. “I’m saying yes, Gavin. Yes, to everything—the good, the bad and the ugly. I want it all with you. I’m all yours. I always have been.”

“Thank God,” he whispered before he kissed her. Resting his forehead against hers, he stared into her eyes. “You’re really going to marry me?”

“I’m really going to marry you, but only if you let me have a lot of babies.”

“Whatever you want. There’s nothing you could ask me for that I wouldn’t give you if I could.” He picked up the box from her lap, withdrew the ring and slid it onto her left hand. “There. Now it’s official.”

“Not quite yet.”

“What did I forget?”

“Take me back to the room and I’ll show you.” She started to get up from the lounge, but he stopped her.

“Hang on a second.” He got up and pulled the curtains closed, sealing them off from the outside world. “I can’t wait that long.”

“Are you sure no one will see us?”

“I’m pretty sure I can’t wait even five more minutes to make love to my gorgeous fiancée.”

“Who am I to argue with a man in love?”

He smiled then, and the tense uncertainty she’d seen in him all week disappeared. “This dress is crazy sexy, but it’s got to go.”

Ella drew the dress up and over her head, enjoying his sharp gasp of surprise when he saw that she’d worn nothing under it.

“Seems like I’m not the only one who made plans for this evening.”

“You’re overdressed for this party, Mr. Guthrie. Let me help you.”

Working together, they got rid of his clothes.

“This is very risky and decadent,” she said as he came down on top of her, naked, muscular and gloriously aroused. She was still trying to believe that he’d really proposed, that she had forever to spend with him, that her nights of eating Cherry Garcia alone were over. The sparkling diamond on her finger was a dazzling reminder that it had really happened.

“Are you happy, Ella?”

“I’ve never been happier.”

“Neither have I, and that never could’ve happened for me without you.”

“Same goes. No one else would’ve done it for me like you do. It was always you.”

“Tell me you love me. I need to hear it again.”

“I love you, Gavin. I’ll love you forever.”

He slid into her in one deep thrust that had both of them gasping from the sheer magic they created together. “I love you, too, Ella. I’ll give you everything I’ve got for the rest of my life. You can count on that.”

“That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”