Page 364 of Breaking the Rules
He laughs too.
For a second, everything is normal.
My brother loves me.
Wants the best for me.
Wants me in his life.
The moment passes, but it doesn't drift into hell.
Chase doesn't forgive me yet, but he does love me. He does want the best for me.
Right now, I can see that.
He's doing all this because he cares.
Not in spite of it.
He continues, "Ryan has a lot of good shit to say about you."
My cheeks flush. It's weird hearing secondhand compliments. Hearing Chase say anything good about me.
"I have a condition."
"Yeah?"
"Don't hurt her again."
"Didn't mean to—"
"I don't care. You hurt her again, that's it. I'm out."
"You don't know her."
"What can I say? I'm a romantic."
Behind us, Emma stirs.
Slowly, her eyes blink open.
"Hunter…" She looks around the room, slowly taking in her surroundings. "Shit."
"I'll drive you home," I say.
"No, I…" She bites her lip.
"You're not driving right now." I move closer. Until I can offer my hand. "So it's either me or Chase."
"You're talking?" she asks.
"Yeah. And if you want the details—" I hold out my hand.
She takes it. "And coffee."
"And coffee." I help her up.
Chase nods a goodbye. "Give him hell, kid."
She smilesoh, I will.
I'm going to make him work for this.
