Page 99 of Chasin’s Surrender

It’s not me…

Jesus fuck.

Finally, she got to the third verse, a part of the song he hadn’t heard but he immediately loved.

Somebody’s gonna tell you lies.

But it’s not me.

Somebody’s gonna make you cry.

But it’s not me.

Somebody’s gonna say goodbye and break your heart.

But it’s not me, it’s not me.

It’s not me…

No, she wasn’t going to lie, say goodbye, or break his heart.

And the same could be said of him.

Christ.

The song came to an end and he still hadn’t moved.

Genevieve’s eyes came up and they connected with Chasin’s. Neither said anything but they said everything—silent adoration passed between them, and it only came to an end when Bobby cleared her throat. Evie’s lips curved up into a blinding smile that would’ve taken his breath if he had any left.

Pure beauty.

Stunning.

His perfect match.

“I hope y’all liked the song. And please don’t listen to all the media hype and exaggerations. I promise you, I’m happy, safe, and wildly in love. I’m making music, I’m making memories, and I’m doing it surrounded by good people…”

Chasin missed the rest of her sign-off because he was stuck on the wildly in love part.

Jesus fuck.

She’d announced it to the world. Yeah, that small pebble of worry he’d had in his gut was gone. Genevieve was his, but so was Vivi Rush.

Fuck yeah.

“You sure that was okay?” Evie asked for the millionth time since they got back to the house, and Bobby laughed.

“Baby, it was perfect.”

“And you’re not mad? I didn’t ask you if it was okay. I didn’t say your name, but I didn’t ask if you were okay with me telling people. Sometimes I…well, I go off-script and say what I feel.”

“Baby.” Chasin caught her hand and waited for her to look up at him. “You did great. Why would I be mad you told thousands of people you’re mine?”

Bobby snorted. “You mean, why would you care that she told one-point-four million people.”

Chasin felt his body jolt and his hand involuntarily flex in Evie’s hand.

Holy fuck.