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hadn’t made in a long while.
    “Now,” Tyson said and grabbed a pad and pen off the small table beside the bed. “You write down everything I need to know, and I’ll go shopping. Make sure you tell me any preferences for deodorant or shampoo. I want to make sure I have everything you need, and all the stuff you want. Don’t pick a brand because it’s cheap. You pick something you want.”
    “I wouldn’t know the first thing to pick, Ty. I’ve always bought what I could afford, which usually meant a trip to the dollar store. You pick whatever you think smells nice, and I’m sure I’ll love it, if for no other reason than you chose it for me.”
    He gave a longer, deeper kiss before giving her a knee-weakening smile and a salute. “I’ll be back when the doctor says you can have visitors again.”
    “I was told I can go home in a week. It’s going to be a long week, though. There’s only so much daytime TV that I can handle.”
    “I’ll make sure you’re entertained,” Tyson said with a wink. “I’ll be back in a little while, darlin’. Be good and do what the doctor tells you to.”
    He disappeared out the door, and Dacey felt a twinge in her heart, missing him already. No one had ever been as nice to her as Tyson was, and the thought of living with him filled her with joy. She didn’t kid herself into thinking that things would be perfect between them. From what she’d heard, all couples argued at some point, and she knew they would, too. But she’d get to sleep in his arms at night and wake up beside him in the morning.
    For the first time since Dacey had realized her life was complete shit, there was hope in her heart. Tyson had given her the most precious gift in the world—the gift of hope. She had a future, not only as his girlfriend but as whatever she wanted to be. There were options in front of her, choices she’d have to make, and all of them led to a life more wonderful than anything she’d ever dared dream.
    She only hoped he didn’t wake up and come to his senses anytime soon.

Chapter Four
     
    Tyson spent the next week gathering everything he thought Dacey would need when she came to his home. He’d bought her enough clothes to get by, but thought she might prefer to pick out her things. Although, the lingerie shopping had been fun. He could easily see himself buying her bras, thongs, and naughty nighties for years to come. By the time the doctor had cleared Dacey to come home, Tyson was a mess. What if she didn’t like the things he’d bought? What if she decided that living with a cripple full-time was more than she could handle? The self-doubts ate at him, but the moment he pulled up to the hospital and saw her sitting in a wheelchair, ready to leave, the tension inside of him eased.
    He got out of the truck and leaned down to kiss her softly. “You look beautiful.”
    “I highly doubt that, but thank you anyway. I haven’t had a decent shower in a week, and I smell like a hospital. They removed my staples this morning.”
    Tyson lifted her into his arms and carried her to the truck, easing her down on the passenger seat. “I’m glad you’re healing.”
    She looked a little nervous, and he wondered what she wasn’t saying. Had the doctors given her bad news? Last he’d heard, they were pleased with her recovery. Had something changed since he’d last spoken to the doctor?
    “I…”
    “What, Dacey? You can tell me anything.”
    “I can’t have sex for five more weeks,” she said softly. “If you want me to sleep in another room until—”
    Tyson placed a finger over her lips. “I didn’t ask you to share a bed with me just for sex, Dacey. I want to hold you in my arms at night as we fall asleep, and I want you snuggled against me in the morning.”
    He watched as tears gathered in her eyes. One slipped down her cheek, and he wiped it away before pressing his lips to hers. He felt her tremble and wanted to comfort her more than anything in the world right