Page 362 of Breaking the Rules
Chapter Fifty-Six
Hunter
Iwake to my buzzing cell.
Three missed calls.
A dozen new texts.
All from Chase.
What the fuck?
Chase: Your girlfriend is here. I'm pretty sure she needs you. But she might kick the shit out of you too.
That sounds like her.
I don't think.
I reply immediately.
Hunter: Where is here?
He sends an address.
A shitty shop in Mar Vista.
One that doesn't deserve his talent.
Hell, the place shouldn't even be open.
But one thing at a time.
* * *
Emma is sittingin a chair in the lobby, fingers curled around her purse, head resting against the back of her chair.
She's sleeping like a baby.
The picture of serenity.
No doubt she's dreaming about murdering me in cold blood, but it still feels good, seeing her like this.
Chase moves out from his suite.
His eyes meet mine.
They fill with a tiny hint of hope.
There's a part of him that believes I'm not a worthless piece of shit.
It shouldn't mean everything.
But it does.
"She fell asleep about an hour ago." His eyes flit to Emma. "Can't believe she's comfortable here."
Fuck, it's the most he's said to me in six months.
