Page 43 of The Wrangler Takes a Wife

Chase looked at her ruefully. “I’ll work on being honest. The paperwork was drawn up on our wedding day. The land is in your name. As a sign of commitment, I will sign all the rest of it over to you.”

“No. You don’t have to.”Was she hearing him correctly?

“It’s a formality really. What’s mine is yours and what’s yours is mine.”

Chapter Sixteen

Chase

Chase had given serious consideration to tracking down Terry Vernon and beating his ass. The man’s actions had not only left Amara angry at Chase, but worse, she was hurt as well. Feeling the pain and mistrust coming off her in waves was up there with one of the worst experiences in his life, and he’d been through hell and back.

Their misunderstanding didn’t break them. No, it strengthened them. They both acknowledged how much they loved and cared for each other. Although their marriage had an unconventional start, they both treasured it and nurtured it.

If Chase was concerned Amara would allow the guilt of jumping to conclusions to fester and dim her incredible personality, he shouldn’t have bothered worrying. She was her same sassy self. In a word, things had been amazing over the last few days.

Amara was making pot pie for him tonight. They didn’t get to eat it the other day. He had been so eager to slide into his wife. When she reminded him Ryan was waiting outside, Chase hadgiven the pies to Ryan and grabbed his wife’s bag and sent him on his way. Their dinner that night had been hearty sandwiches and Chase hadn’t minded one bit.

After his shower, he found her in the kitchen. He walked up behind Amara, wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her neck. “What are you doing, Sweet Darling?”

“Writing nuclear codes.” He loved his woman’s sarcasm. Partially because he deserved it. It wasn’t like he couldn’t see her peeling a carrot.

“Can I help you with anything?”

“Not right now. I’ll let you know when you can set the table.”

Chase took a seat at the breakfast nook and worked on his Sudoku. He enjoyed being near her as she worked. Occasionally, he would stare at her and get caught.

“Must you gawk at me?”

“Yes. I like the view.”

A train whistle sounded on her phone. It was the sound she used for reminders. “Shit, it’s that time already?” she questioned.

“What time?” He knew she was talking to herself, but getting under her skin was his thing. She didn’t answer him, just stuck her tongue out.

“Shh,” Amara instructed before she made a call and placed it on speaker.

“Hey, Fizz.”

“Hey yourself Amara.”

The women exchanged pleasantries.

“I’d like to make an appointment with Dr. Gadas for my shot.”

“You’re going back on Depo-Provera?” Fizz sounded surprised.

“I’ve never stopped taking my shots.” Amara’s brow was wrinkled in confusion.

“Well, you missed your last one.”

“I didn’t—” She swiped furiously at her phone. “Shit, we had a conflict, and I needed to reschedule my appointment, and I forgot. How could I have forgotten?”

“My bad. When you didn’t call back, I figured it was because you were married now you didn’t want to take the shot anymore.”

Wait. What shot were they talking about?

Amara looked anxious. “Umm. Is it still possible to schedule an appointment?”

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