by Lizzie James
She shook her head.
"Can I see her? Just one last time?"
She regretfully nodded her head. "Don't wake her," she whispered. A look of sadness crossed her expression. "You'll only hurt her more if you wake her."
I nodded, willing to agree to anything, as long as she would let me see her.
I followed her down the hall to a private room. "I'll give you a few minutes."
I walked inside, not stopping until I was standing next to her. I looked down at her hand and hated that I couldn’t reach out to grasp her hand with mine. My fingers itched to entwine with hers but I couldn’t. She couldn’t be mine. I would only ruin her and she was too precious for that.
She hadn't changed much. She was still wearing her favourite Friends-themed pyjamas and I secretly loved it and hated it—loved that my girl was still in there and hated that it would be a sight for someone else. For some other man.
I swallowed heavily, trying to ignore the tightness that had settled over my chest. I reached down and stroked my finger over her cheek. I knew that I shouldn’t have but I couldn’t stop myself from touching her. She instinctively turned her head towards my palm, seeking more of my touch.
"Adam," she softly whispered.
I froze, cringing at the thought of waking her but her eyes were still closed. She was still asleep. Dreaming of me.
I smiled down at her before bending, pressing my lips to her forehead. "I'll see you in my dreams, blue eyes." I pulled back and headed back towards the door, leaving my princess to her sleep.
I didn't say a word to her friend as I passed. I walked down the corridor towards the exit sign, doing the best thing that I could do for her. I disappeared from her life, leaving her to build a family. A family that she would love, cherish and adore until I could see her again.
I was a fool to leave her behind. I knew that I was. However, I also knew that the business would always come first. No matter how much this woman may have my heart, I knew that we were not meant to be.
Not in this life but maybe in the next.
Kate
Sitting in the chair next to the bed, I was convinced I was going crazy. I had taken a nap after lunch while Gill promised to wake me if the baby needed me. Since waking, however, all that I could smell was Adam. His scent surrounded me and it made me feel that he was here with me. But that was impossible. He didn't even know that there was a baby.
Michael reached down to take my hand, pulling me from my thoughts.
I smiled up at him, my eyes immediately filling. He had been my rock throughout this pregnancy.
I first met Michael when I moved from Australia and there had been an instant connection with him. He was a mechanic, and whenever I needed him, he was there. Our connection was so natural that when he proposed to me and promised to always care for me and my child, it just felt right to accept.
I never thought that I could feel even a bit of what I felt for Adam, but over time, Michael had wormed his way in and I was so thankful for him. Some people say that they have an angel watching over them. Michael was my angel and one day, I hoped that I would become his.
He raised my hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back of my hand. "I love you," he mouthed to me.
I smiled back at him in response before my attention was quickly taken by my friend walking through the door.
"Look who's here!" she cooed excitedly. She stopped in front of me and lowered the baby into my waiting arms.
Michael kneeled down so that he could share in this moment with us: a moment for our family.
"He's so beautiful, baby." He softly stroked his finger across the baby's forehead. "Just like his mother."
I smiled down at my little boy, unable to look away from his sleeping face. I stroked my finger softly over his cheek, loving the cute frown that appeared on his face.
"Do you have a name for him yet?" Gill asked, taking a seat on the bed.
I nodded, not tearing my gaze away from him. "His name is Logan," I softly whispered. "Logan Adam West."
Acknowledgments
When finishing a book, there are always so many people to thank and I always feel like I leave someone out.
I’d like to thank you for reading this book. It means the world when I know someone is reading my book.
Massive thanks to my PA and good friend Wendy Porter. I like to say I’m the innocent one in our duo but I know that’s crap! #smileandwave
To all the Addicts! You all push me further and this book world wouldn’t be the same without each of you. Thank you for each of your support
To my beta readers – Kathryn Dee, Lorren Smith, Paula Tarpley Genereau, Kathryn Stokes & Emma Lloyd – thank you all so much for your honesty and support.
To my family, as always, for your continued support in me in this cray book journey!
To the most amazing cover designer I could ever ask for. Kathryn Dee, thank you so much for everything that you do for me. You always go above and beyond and I would be lost without you.
Eleanor Lloyd-Jones and Rachael Tonks. Thank you for being a part of my editing and formatting team. You are both amazing!
And again, thanks to all the amazing bloggers that always have the time to share indie authors. You are all fabulous!
I really hope you enjoy Adam’s story!
Lots of love,
Lizzie x
Also by Lizzie James
Tangled Series
Tangled Web
Tangled Lies
Tangled Truths
Kindred Series
Missing Piece
Perfect Fit
