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explanation, which as far as he was concerned wasn’t needed. Afterward, he lifted his head and stared into her eyes, which were shimmering with tears. “Finally.”
    “What?”
    “I’ve found a way to keep that mouth of yours closed for a minute,” he teased.
    With her head resting on his right shoulder, she brushed the wetness from her face. “Why were you driving your motorcycle the night of the accident?”
    “Whenever I’m upset about something, I usually hop on my bike to help clear my head. Besides, I could get to you faster on it than in my car.”
    Vic sniffed. “Did Zach tell you a young girl was critically injured, too?”
    “Yes,” he answered softly, “he did.”
    “I’m going to try and stop by soon and check on her.”
    “I think that’s a good idea.”
    “Baptiste, you’re not mad at me for hitting you, are you?”
    He hugged her tighter. “No, I’m not mad.” He chuckled. “Now, other things you do, that’s an entirely different story.”
    “And you forgive me?” she asked a long time later, her fingers splayed against the triangle of hair at the center of his chest.
    “Absolutely.”
    She lifted her head and gazed at him. “Baptiste, I swear to you, if I could take back that night, I would. I-I never meant to hurt you.”
    “I know you didn’t. I’m glad it happened the way it did.”
    “You like being all banged up?”
    He chuckled. “No, woman, I don’t like being banged up and living on morphine.” With the pad of his thumb, he wiped away a tear running along the side of her nose. “But if that’s what it took for you to open up to me, I’ll take it, pain and all.” He brushed away another tear. “Did you notice the car in the driveway?”
    She nodded. “Whose is it?”
    “Yours.”
    As soon as Zach left, A.J. had phoned his brother Marcel, who was the CEO of the family’s twelve automotive dealerships, and instructed him to have a new X5 delivered before the end of the day.
    “Thank you,” she managed to say through a weak smile.
    She was amazed at his generosity. He wasn’t angry and didn’t fault her for the accident. He simply offered what she had struggled with her entire life—forgiveness. She lightly traced her finger over the heart-shaped tattoo on his right arm with the letters AT&T on the inside, which she’d noticed the day she had given him his bath.
    “When did you get this?”
    He glanced at his arm and smiled. “About two and a half years ago.”
    “What do the letters stand for?”
    He patted the mattress. “Scoot over here, and I’ll tell you.” With her snuggled next to him, he wrapped an arm around her. “It stands for Alcee, Taylor, and Tyler.”
    She smiled. “That’s kinda cute.”
    He leaned back and his eyes locked with hers. “Thank you, Honey, for trusting me with the pain you’ve carried inside for so long.”
    “Baptiste, please don’t tell—”
    “I’m only going to say this once more, okay?”
    She nodded and closed her eyes.
    “I will never ever abuse or misuse anything you share with me in private. I love you too much to do that. Understand?”
    Slowly lifting her head, she nodded.
    He kissed the right corner of her mouth. “That’s Taylor’s thanks.” He repeated the gesture on the left side. “And that’s from Tyler.” He ran his tongue along the wet seam of her parted lips, probing, searching for entrance inside the warmth of her mouth. “And mine is…”
    With agonizing precision and exquisite slowness, his tongue mated with hers, causing her to shiver from an onslaught of buried passion. She desperately tried not to press her body against his. He teased and tantalized until she opened fully. She nearly exploded when his hand closed over her breast, kneading the soft flesh, his thumb circling her nipple until it was taut.
    “What are we doing?” Vic breathed faintly, her chin almost touching her chest.
    “What we should’ve been doing months ago instead of fighting.” He released one button