Chapter 33
Omaha, Nebraska
July 1872
Joaquin was the first to his feet as the doctor emerged from the room.
"How is she?" Night Wolf asked, his voice steeped with concern.
"She's sleeping now, but she's going to make it," the doctor assured them.
"Can we see her?" Buck interjected.
"Yes, but try not to wake her. She needs her rest," the doctor cautioned before allowing them entry.
Buck waited patiently, the weight of regret heavy upon him. Night Wolf had only spent a few minutes with her, yet Joaquin had already been inside for twenty and it was slowly killing him not being at her side.
"Tell me," Night Wolf interrupted the silence. "Why did you change your mind about Lara?"
"I was a fool. I let doubt cloud my heart when I should have believed her."
"You love her?"
"Yes," Buck affirmed, rising as Joaquin stepped out.
Slowly opening the door, Buck smiled at the sight of her restored color. Quietly taking the chair beside her bed, he felt its warmth, likely where Joaquin had been seated. Gently, he clasped her hand in his. For several moments, he remained silent, offering silent prayers of gratitude and seeking a second chance with her.
"Lara, I can't imagine a moment without you. I know I don't deserve another chance, my love, but I'm begging you to forgive me. I lied about not loving you." Buck brushed his lips against her warm, soft cheek. He rested his face in her hair, savoring her scent as if committing it to memory. "I will love you for the rest of my days, Lara," he confessed.