Page 46 of Mine Forever
What the hell am I to him now? Saying “his ex” seems like bad form.
“…an old friend. I just wanted to pay my respects. Can you tell him Eden Mitchell is here?”
The woman’s whole demeanor changes. She gives me a bright smile and welcomes me. “Eden, oh, please come in.”
“Thank you.”
Closing the door behind me, she says, “I’ve heard a lot about you.”
She has?
I’m not sure what to say to that.
“I’m Millie, Chase’s assistant.”
We shake hands. “Nice to meet you, Millie.”
“I’ll let him know you’re here.”
She heads off and I take in my surroundings.
Waitstaff bustles around cleaning up glasses and plates that were left behind.
There are long tables full of leftover food, and with my stomach already in knots, it makes me slightly sick and I turn away.
Oddly, it feels more like the dregs of a dinner party than a funeral wake.
Even still, the townhouse is beautiful, all modern and decorated like it’s ready for its close-up at all times.
But there’s not a hint of Chase anywhere.
“Eden?”
I turn to find Millie behind me, smiling. “Chase is on the rooftop.”
“Oh, okay.”
Well, shit. I didn’t come here to climb four flights of stairs.
It must be written on my face because Millie grins. “Don’t worry, there’s an elevator.”
“Thank goodness.”
A few moments later, the elevator doors swish open to reveal a rooftop terrace bigger than my loft.
I step out and the hairs on the back of my neck rise.
He’s looking at me. I can feel his eyes on me.
It’s always been like that with him.
Turning to my right, my gaze zeroes in on him standing in the center of the terrace.
The low setting sun casts a golden glow around his perfectly tousled hair, strong jaw, and sculpted bare chest.
Even the jagged red scar doesn’t detract from how good he looks to me.
My mouth waters as I take in his abs and the V that leads down into his swim trunks.
