“Of course,” I tell him. After what I just went through, I would never want to come between him and checking on his mom. They exchange pleasantries, but then I hear his mom’s voice on the line asking about me.

“Do you want to talk to her? Okay, hold on. Here, it’s for you,” Declan says and passes me the phone. “I was texting with her last night and told her what was going on. She wants to make sure you’re okay.”

Shocked, I take it and hold it to my ear. “Hi, Ms. Murray.”

“Hi, Hannah. I’m so happy to hear you’re okay. I was worried sick all night about you after Declan told me.”

“Really?”

“Don’t sound so surprised,” his mother says with a warm laugh. “My son’s world revolves around you. That makes you family, and we Murrays put family above everything else.”

“Thank you, that’s so sweet,” I tell her, blinking rapidly. I’ve cried enough for a whole week over the past twenty-four hours, but at least these are happy tears. Declan beams at me and squeezes my leg with his hand.

“Of course. I told Declan to program my number into your phone. If you need anything—anything at all—don’t hesitate to call me. Anytime. Even if it’s just because you’re lonely while Declan’s out of town for a game.”

I laugh. “Okay, I will. Thank you again.” I pass the phone back to Declan and he wraps up their conversation quickly, then drops his phone on the seat between us. “She’s amazing.”

Declan pecks a kiss on my cheek. “So are you, so it only makes sense that you’d get along.”

The rest of the ride back to my apartment passes quickly, and Declan goes inside ahead of me. By the time I make it to my room, he’s already got the bed made and the pillows fluffed and waiting for me. The doctor told me to rest and take it easy, and apparently Declan’s taking that very seriously.

“Right here,” he says, patting my side of the bed as Ralph slinks between and rubs against his legs, purring. She’s as in love with him as ever, and I know exactly how she feels. I lie down gently on the bed, and Declan helps position the pillows under my head and legs so I’m perfectly comfortable. As he reaches to pull the covers up over me, I grab his hand to stop him.

“What do you need?” he asks, his brows furrowed.

“You. Just you.” Smiling, he climbs into bed beside me and pulls me into his arms. “I love you.”