Page 126 of Chasin’s Surrender

Fuck.

Fucking shit.

He needed to move.

When the guys approached, and they would be soon, he’d explain. They’d understand. He’d sell back his shares of Gemini Group and be on his way. Charleigh would have what she should’ve always had—Paul’s teammates taking care of her and his daughter.

But Holden couldn’t do it anymore.

He was done.

That’s where his thoughts were when he drove past Chasin and Viv’s house and continued down the dirt lane that would take him to his Airstream.

Yep, that’s what he was going to do, hook his baby to the back of his truck and bolt.

Like a little bitch.

As soon as Bobby’s house came into view, but before he could see his trailer parked on the other side, he saw something else.

Charleigh’s car.

But worse, the woman herself stood waiting.

All long legs, tits, ass, hair, and he couldn’t quite see them now but he saw them clearly every night in his dreams, soulful brown eyes. Fuck, but he loved her eyes. That was the first thing he’d noticed when he met her. And when he was moving inside of her, they melted into dark chocolate. Fuck, he missed her eyes. He missed her voice, her touch, her smell. Every damn thing he missed with an ache that would never go away.

Holden parked his truck. He didn’t see Bobby’s car and was thankful she wasn’t home to witness what he knew was going to be a scene.

“We’re not doing this,” Holden said, and slammed the heavy truck door.

“Please, Holden, we have to talk.”

Fuck, her voice.

Kill me now.

“No, Charleigh, we do not.”

“It’s been six months. We have to talk about it.”

Yeah, it had been six months since she packed up her and Paul’s daughter and moved to Maryland to commence killing him slowly.

“No. It’s been eight fucking years.”

He watched her flinch, and all of the normal guilt he felt slammed into his chest.

“Hold—”

“We’re not doing this. We’re never doing this. I cannot look at you without poison leaking into my gut.”

“You hate me that much?”

No, baby, I love you that much.

“Leigh-leigh, go home.”

Charleigh rocked back like he’d physically struck her instead of simply letting his old nickname for her slip.

Another reason for him to leave. She was hurting, too.