Page 86 of Mine Forever
chase
The woman has only been backin my life for a couple of days, and she’s already dug her way under my skin so deep that it makes me act a little crazy.
Between the incredible sex and her stubborn streak a mile wide, I don’t know whether to fuck her or fight her.
Because she’s right.
She can hold her own, and damned if she doesn’t surprise me at every turn.
We’re soaked to the bone in our clothes. Thankfully the worst of the storm moved out quickly, but the outer bands are still providing a shit ton of rain and wind.
Eden keeps Stewie calm and distracted while I hook the winch up to his box car as Nate calls it.
And he isn’t wrong. It looks like a matchbox car but uglier.
Moments later, the matchbox car is out of harm’s way from the angry waves that could have carried it away.
I send him on his way with a stern look and a growl that has him stammering he’ll stay away from the beach until the storm is over.
The rain slows down considerably on our way back to thehouse, but is still coming down sideways as wind gusts blow rain and sand across the road.
“Help me keep an eye out for debris.”
“You got it.”
I glance over at her as we drive down the road. She’s looking out the side window, doing her best to see past the rain that pelts the glass.
Looking back in front of me, I give myself a mental shake to keep my shit together.
Contrary to the rules we set out, I want to spend more time with Eden.
And our time is coming to an end.
The storm is moving out and she’ll be gone soon. I’m not ready to watch her leave again, even if I don’t mind the view as she walks away.
But every time she leaves, she takes a piece of my heart with her.
A fact that I’m only just admitting to myself.
What’s the worst that could happen if I were to do the speaking gig for her?
Yeah, there will be paparazzi, but if she’s by my side, I can handle it.
I need to at least try.
“When did you say your speaking gig is in New York?”
Out of the corner of my eye, I see her head whip around to look at me. I glance over to find her mouth has dropped open slightly.
“Thirteen days, to be exact.”
“Has your assistant gotten any new leads?”
Her shoulders slump, and she shakes her head. “No. And she’s pretty resourceful, but no, nothing solid.”
I tap my finger on the steering wheel as we ride down the nearly empty two-laneroad.
Uneasiness still pushes in my chest, but the desire to be with Eden for a while longer is crowding that out.
