The next morning Felicity choppered into Dallas with Kade at the helm, and she couldn’t believe her pitter-pattering heart. She was in love with him.

Before, she could have convinced herself that it was just twitterpation. She’d never really dated anyone. She would have told herself he was a womanizer and wasn’t worth it. But there were no excuses anymore.

She thought of the how she hadn’t planned on doing another surgery even though she hadn’t told her mother. Now, with Kade in her life, it terrified her. She didn’t know if she could go through another failed surgery. She had to make that clear to him.

They got to his house, and he turned off the chopper and turned to her with a large grin on his face. “Want some lunch?”

She took off her headset and decided there was no time like the present. “Can we talk?”

He took her headset and put it down. “Sure, I’m starving. Can we talk over lunch?” He leaned forward and gently brushed his lips against hers.

Part of her was paralyzed by his touch.

He grinned, and there was something so hopeful in his expression. He leaned in and kissed her again.

She found herself wrapping her arms around him, pulling him closer, not wanting to give this up.

He laughed, his lips still on hers, but he pulled back. “Come on, Song. Let’s eat.” He got out of the helicopter and rushed to her door, yanking it open for her.

Before she could tell him, both of their phones went crazy with incoming texts.

Many of hers were from DaVinci, with the projects she was working on. They both scrolled through their messages.

“Oh my gosh!” Kade exclaimed.

She didn’t have to ask what he was upset about. She read it in plain lettering.

"Anthony Kincaid, car crash.”

Her heart raced, and she turned to Kade. He had one hand on his heart and the other holding his phone. His hand shook.

She scrolled through the details. It had happened a half hour ago, and he was at Houston Hospital Riverside General.

Kade just stood there, staring at his phone, scrolling down.

“Kade. Get back in the helicopter and fly to Houston.” From what she’d read, his brother had a neck injury and other broken bones and was in critical care.

Shaking his head, his eyes still glued to the phone, his phone rang.

Kade glanced at her then answered it. “Dad.”

Her heart skipped a beat. This was crazy. Adrenaline poured through her. Go. Go. Go. He needed to go now!

“No, Dad.”

She watched him hold the phone away from his ear, and she heard his father ripping into him.

Her eyes weren’t on the phone. They were on his face.

She saw tears running down his face. She thought of yesterday at the beach and how he’d said he felt like his brother was already dead.

Tears slid unchecked down her cheeks.

Kade put the phone back to his ear. “Keep me posted.” He pushed end.

He closed his eyes and pressed his fingers into them, like he could erase the pain if he pushed hard enough.

“Kade.”

He didn’t move.

She went to his side and gently put her hand on his arm. “Kade, you have to go. “

He shook his head again. “No, he wouldn’t want me there. We … I told you we aren’t even friends. Pretty much arch enemies.”

Every part of her felt shaken up, but she sucked in a breath and focused. What he needed was to get to Houston and be by his brother’s side, so for his own good, she went into client mode, as she’d seen Mr. DaVinci do. “Kade, how would it look if you didn’t go? What will the press say?”

A curse word came out of his mouth, and he ripped away from her. “Don’t give me that BS. Not from you. Not about this.”

She realized he was right. She was an idiot. They were way past that. “Kade, he’s your brother. If I could get one day, one hour, one minute back with Jimmy, I would do anything.”

Now, he turned to her, a mix of vulnerability, anger, and pain on his face. He started sobbing and shaking his head. He punched the center of his chest and hunched over, holding his knees. “My brother. My brother’s …” His body wracked with sobs

She went to him and held him. “Shh. Go to him. He needs you.”

After a couple of moments, he sucked in a huge breath and turned to her. “Will you go with me?” His voice was shaky, and he reached for her hand, tears streaming down his face. “'Cause I don’t think I can do this alone.”

Squeezing his hand, she nodded. “Of course.”

Tugging her into him, he held her, kissing her forehead.

Standing next to Kade, she knew she would do anything to be with him.