Page 245 of The Billion Heirs Boxed Set
I turn my head, meet his lips. I believe his words. I do. But when he finds out what I’ve kept from him?
I push that thought to the side as he scoops me into his arms and carries me back to his bed.
In another moment, his cock is inside me and he’s driving into me, beads of sweat forming at his hairline as his gaze pierces mine.
“Mine,” he says, grunting. “Mine, Avery Marsh. Mine.”
“Yours…” I echo.
Because I am his. I’ve always been his, even when I hated him. Even when I nearly died giving birth to our son. Even when I found out I’ll never have another child. Even when I tried having relationships with other men and failed.
My heart, my body, my soul—it all belongs to Chance Bridger.
And I’ll still belong to him when I tell him the truth.
He may leave me, but I’ll still be his.
But I can’t bear the thought of him leaving me.
So I’ll leave.
I’ll go back to Phoenix.
Back to my life.
A life without Chance Bridger.
After Jarvis and I land in Phoenix, we go straight to the office to finish our report so we’re ready for the debriefing tomorrow. Then I head to the home I share with my mother and my son. In those hours, I try not to think of Chance, of him being so far away. Of what could be if I stayed. If I did what he suggested and relocated to Montana, dragging my mother back with me.
When I walk in the door, Grady is sitting at the kitchen table, working on homework.
“Hey, sweetie,” I say to him. “I’m home.”
He looks up and smiles. God, it’s the same smile I saw this morning on his father. The ache for Chance is familiar, and back with a vengeance. “Hey, Mom.”
“No hug?”
He begrudgingly rises and walks toward me and gives me a fourteen-year old-boy hug. I know he loves me, though. When I finally let go, I look into his blue eyes, so like his father’s. He’s so tall and I can see how he will fill out to be big and broad.
I adopt my stern mother voice. “We need to talk about your suspension.”
“Do we, Mom?” He steps back and drops into his chair, all gangly limbs.
“Yeah. But after dinner.” I give him a little bit of a reprieve. I’ve been gone a few days. What’s a few hours more? “Where’s Grandma?”
“On the service porch. Laundry.”
“Okay.” I lean in and kiss his fair cheek. “Get back to work. Then we’re going out to dinner tonight.”
“What for?”
“Because I’m home! And I solved my case. So finish up.”
I head through the back way where my mom is loading the dryer with damp clothes.
“I’m home, Mom.”
She widens her eyes. “Avery, I didn’t expect you until later tonight.”
