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My country roots, the people I once considered a second family, the never-ending views and fresh mountain air are what I’d been missing. I was living my dream each day but not reallylivingthe way that fed my soul.
Warren reminded me what I truly needed.
And there’s no way I’m letting it go after realizing it.
chapter twenty-seven
Warren
It’s beentwo fucking days and I’ve barely spoken to my wife.
She reassures me she’s handling her parents and Hayes, but I’m worried they’re trying to wear her down. The moment Bodie told me Maisie stopped in before she left, I’ve been spiraling. I got her text, but she didn’t reply to me for hours. She said she’d call later to explain everything and when she did, I nearly lost it.
Especially the part where her mother slapped her.
And then to find out that motherfucker sent out their Save the Dates in hopes she’d be forced to change her mind.
Over my dead fucking body.
She reassures me his tactics aren’t going to work and that her parents are trying to figure out how to cancel it without a lot of press attention. Since they’re uppity rich fucks, everyone in the area knows their name. Her parents care more about their image than their own daughter’s desires and that makes me want to go scoop her up and haul her ass back here where she belongs.
I texted her three hours ago and she still hasn’t replied. Assuming the worst makes my blood pressure spike.
It doesn’t help that Lilith had a setback. She got an infection and the antibiotics aren’t working. Dr. Warner put her on a different medication, so now we wait and see if it helps or not.
Adding to that, I can’t stop thinking about Hayes sleeping in the same house as her.
Eating at the same table.
Getting her attention and within touching distance ofmy wife.
Fuck it.
I can’t do this anymore.
“Where’re you goin’?” Bodie asks when he sees me stalking toward the exit.
“To get my wife back.”
My tires spin out and spit gravel when I press the gas pedal to the floorboard. I need to change out of my work clothes and grab a couple things before I drive to her parents’. Hopefully my heart will slow down before I get there because right now I’m exploding with anger.
It’s only a twenty-minute drive, but I make it in fifteen.
When I ring the bell and their butler or whoever the hell he is answers, I walk right past him without waiting for permission.
“Sir! You can’t?—”
Ignoring him, I keep walking until I hear voices coming from the dining room.
“Warren?” Maisie gasps, quickly standing from her chair and almost knocking it over. “What’re you doin’ here?”
“I came to ask you the same thing. It’s been two days, Maze. I want you home.”
“We aren’t finished,” the man sitting across from her says.
“Hayes, quiet,” Maisie snaps, coming closer.
I cup her face, needing to touch her. “You haven’t been respondin’ to my messages. I got worried,” I say softer this time.
