Page 101 of Sex, Lies, and Margarita Mixes

I know what he’s about to say.

Looking up, I swallow. “Chase…”

“I’d have to consider relocating,” he finishes quietly.

The words hang between us.

Relocating.

He wouldn’t go without me. I know that. He wouldn’t leave… us.

“You want to do it?” I ask softly.

He hesitates. “It’s… everything I’ve worked for.”

I nod, my heart twisting and threatening to jump clean out of my chest. “It is.”

“Roxy, I want you to come with me.” He says it so matter of factly.

He wants us to go to Austin.

I blink hard. “Chase…”

He crosses the table, kneels beside me, and takes my hands. He weaves out fingers together. My palms are sweating as he says, “We’ve built everything together so far. I don’t want to take the next step without you. I can’t.”

I swallow as my ears ring and my heart races. “I have clients. Bookings. The company… my company.”

“I know.” He searches my face. “I’m not asking you to give it up, Roxy. I’m asking you to take it with you.”

I exhale shakily. “You make it sound so simple.”

“It’s not,” he says softly. “But it’s ours.”

I stare at him, at this man who’s made every day brighter and harder and louder and better. And I realize… I’ve never been scared of him. Just scared of losing him.

“I need time to think,” I whisper.

He nods. “Okay. I have to let them know by tomorrow morning, baby.”

Kissing my knuckles, he stands and heads out of the door, leaving me in the quiet to think.

I sit there, my coffee cooling and my brain spinning.

How the hell I choose between everything I’ve built and everything I’ve ever wanted and taking off to support the man who’s always supported me and my dreams living his?

I call Mari Lynn and tell her everything. “What do I do? Tell me I’m not crazy.”

She laughs dryly. “Babe, you married a man you knew for three weeks in Vegas four years ago and look at you now. Crazy is your brand.”

“I don’t want to give up my portion of our company and I can’t just ask you to take it all on with all you have going on with Knox.”

“I would never ask you to give it up. And why not? I basically handed it all to you when I went to Los Angeles with Knox. Sure, I still work, but you’ve been carrying the weight for too long now.” She says.

“Mari Lynn, that was different. I can’t manage stuff here from Austin.” I remind her.

“Maybe you won’t have to.” She quietly replies.

“What do you mean?” I ask.

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