Page 188 of Master of My Life

their bed, watching him pack. “Thursday afternoon.” She knew when he’d be home, but Chase

supposed she needed the reassurance.

Sabrina nodded and looked at her hands clasped in her lap. “I know I said I was okay with you

going, but now that you’re packing . . .”

Chase’s heart fell. She’d been quiet all morning. He sat down on the bed and pulled her into his

arms. “I know, but we talked about this. It’s what I do, right?” He kissed her temple.

“Yeah.” Sabrina traced the quilted pattern on their bedspread. “Will you . . . I mean, you’ll have

downtime and stuff, so . . .”

“Sabrina, why do you think I’d be interested in another woman when I have you to come home

to?”

“But you’ll be gone four days.”

“I can easily go four days without sex. I did it for months before we got married.”

Her eyes widened. “I can’t believe you did that.”

“I’m human. I like sex. A lot. But I don’t need it to survive.” He and Sydney had been “friends-

with-benefits” at West Point but the idea of cheating on Sabrina with Sydney made his lip curl with

disgust. He only wanted Sabrina. No one else aroused his interest.

She leaned back and studied his face for a long time. “I believe you.” She gave him a sad smile.

“But she still likes you.”

“She’s dating someone.” Damian. He clenched his jaw.

“Doesn’t mean she doesn’t have feelings for you.”

“I have no feelings for her, except friendship.” He cupped Sabrina’s cheek and looked deeply into

her eyes. “I don’t want anyone but you.” He kissed her softly on the lips. “I will be counting the

minutes until I’m home on Thursday.” He kissed her again. “And we won’t leave our bedroom until

Friday night.”

She giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Promise?”

He slid his hand down her side and pressed her back into the bed. “I promise,” he murmured

against her lips and kissed her with all the love he had for her.

Later that evening, Chase looked around as he sat in the plush leather chair of Sydney’s private jet. He

briefly wondered why he didn’t have one, then shook his head at himself. He didn’t need one. It had

always seemed presumptuous to own a jet. He liked trains and driving himself around. And he had

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