Winn sighed heavily. "You know the funniest thing, Joey?" he said finally. "All my troubles would disappear if Ivy came back right now."
Joey blinked, momentarily thrown. "You're still going to marry her if she comes back?" he asked, a note of disbelief in his tone. "After everything that's happened? After she—"
"If she will have me," Winn interrupted, cutting him off before he could say the word that hurt most—left.
Joey arched a brow and leaned back. "Even though she abandoned you?" he pushed, not to be cruel, but because someone needed to say it.
"She loves me." Winn lifted his gaze, eyes fierce with conviction that bordered on desperation. "That's all I need to know. She loves me like no one else ever has, Joey. You can't fake that. So I don't care that she ran to take a breather. I don't care that she needed space."
Joey tilted his head, studying him quietly. "That's addiction, Winn."
"Then I guess I'm an addict. Because I can't unlove her. I've tried." He trailed off.
