Chapter 107: Between The Lines

THE WOLF staggered. I may have lost my memories, but I was neither blind nor deaf. My senses still worked just fine. And I knew how to read between the lines.

“I told you I’ve been watching you on TV. The way you looked at me with pain and longing as you talked about your wife, the way you held me close to your heart while we were dancing as if you didn’t want to let me go, the way your voice would shake a little every time you would call me by my name, and the way a tear fell down your cheek when you turned your back on me after dropping me off my cabin, I’d seen it all, Luther.

“Then you told me about your wife coming back in this town after so long and without any memory of you. And now, you are here at an ungodly hour, quietly waiting for me outside my door. I’m sure you wouldn’t have done this for anybody. And I wouldn’t have felt like this for anybody. How long have you been waiting?” I rubbed my palms together and when I gathered enough heat in my hands, I pressed it against hi