You love me.” He kept gazing upward, his answer coming softly. “Yeah. I do.
To her surprise, Lucky tilted his head and looked her in the eye, appearing oddly…crestfallen, she thought. “Don’t be nervous,” he said. “I hate making you nervous.
What sort of look are you going for?” Damn, how did he answer this? “Something…normal,” he finally said.
I know you don’t like to believe you ever need to be taken care of, but I can’t stand the idea of you being sick and alone. I need to be here for you, babe.
What can I do?” he asked. “To start taking care of you?
Stay here with me, Trishy. Don’t go back to your old life. Make a new one, here. With me. I know it’s a hell of a big thing I’m asking—but I’m asking. Stay. - Joe