Chapter 318

• "Sure. All it needs is a pack of ice. I'll get it." August quickly lifts off the couch and gathers a couple of ice cubes in a bag. He places it against his forehead for about a second before he heads back in to sit next to Belle and place the ice pack right on her ankle, which she freely places back against his thigh.
• "Ohh…" Belle throws her head back against a pillow, her eyes closed. "That does feel better." Her eyes open to find August staring. "You should have been a doctor."
• August chuckles. "Don't let my old man hear you saying that. He'll encourage it. He never liked the idea of me becoming a writer."