Chapter 97

Tucker

I don’t know who’s more nervous, me or Karsyn. I’m holding her hand in a death grasp as we drive toward the federal facility in Birmingham. Neither one of us slept last night. I felt like we were awake every hour asking if the other was okay.

“Talk to me,” she whispers. “I need you to talk to me.”

It feels like I don’t have anything to talk about, but I search for anything to put her at ease.

“The first time I saw you, I knew you were going to be mine.” I grin over at her.

She rolls her eyes blowing out a breath. “Sure you did.”

“No, I did. I told Ransom that night after I gave you the ticket, I was going to date you. When I told him your name, he gave me the rundown on you working at the clinic.”

“Yet, you still didn’t call me, even though I left my number on the ticket,” she teases.

“Let’s be honest, I get flirted with a lot since I’m a man in uniform. I didn’t think I was anything special, and it was presumptuous of me to call,” I admit.