Page 108 of Chasin’s Surrender

Fuck.

Jesus, shit.

The boulder that’d taken up residence in his gut broke apart.

He’d known all along she was perfect for him.

But it wasn’t until that moment he realized it was a two-way street.

It wasn’t about her being his perfect match. It was about them being exactly what the other person needed.

And he needed her more than air.

“I’m sorry, Evie.”

“As long as you love me, you got nothing to apologize for.”

“I do love you.”

“Then kiss me, honey, so we can get up and start our day.”

Before Chasin’s lips touched hers, his phone started ringing.

“Ignore it,” he said.

“We can’t,” she mumbled. “You’re waiting for a call.”

Motherfucker. He was. Jameson was going to try to get into Bent’s hotel room to get something he’d touched and they were waiting to see if he’d been successful.

“Hold that look, baby,” he told her and reached for his phone.

Not Jameson. But since they’d already been interrupted, he took the call.

“Hey, Micky. What’s up?”

“Is Bobby still there?”

Chasin stilled.

“What?”

“She called me this morning to ask me if she could borrow my pressure cooker. I’ve been trying to call her. I forgot to tell her to make sure she slams the front door so it latches. Nix hasn’t fixed it yet so if you don’t slam it, the door will—”

“Have you tried Holden?” he cut her off, not giving a fuck about a door that Nix hadn’t fixed.

“No. I tried her then called you. Why?”

“She’s not supposed to leave the farm alone,” Chasin growled.

“Oh. Then I’m sure she’s still there.”

Chasin rolled the rest of the way off Genevieve. As soon as she was free, she moved off the bed and started to pull on yesterday’s jeans san panties. Shit. He wished he could tell her to relax, slow down, and find a pair of underwear, but he knew it would be a fruitless endeavor.

“How long ago did she call you?”

“Thirty minutes. But she hasn’t been to the house. If the alarm is disarmed, I get a notification.”

“Let me go check and I’ll call you back.”