Page 108 of Mine Forever
My gut clenches seeing her name across my screen.
If Chase has changed his mind last minute on being the speaker, I am so screwed.
And so is he because I’ll kill him with my bare hands in his fancy-ass house.
Swiping at the screen, I plaster a smile on my face even if she can’t see me. “Hey, Liz. How is everything?”
“Hey, Eden. It’s fine.”
“Good. I haven’t seen Chase yet. Is he here?”
“He’s on his way, but before he gets here, I need to speak to you in private. Can you meet me in the Presidential suite?”
“Now?”
My incredulous tone must make its way into my voice because she says, “Please. I know you have a million things to do before the start of the event, but I just need a minute of your time.”
I rub a hand across my forehead, almost knocking myself out with the tablet.
Maybe that’s what I need. To be knocked out. Just wake me up when it’s all over.
I sigh and my voice is tight when I speak. “Yes, that’s fine. I’ll be up in a few minutes.”
“Thanks so much. I really appreciate it. I wouldn’t ask if it weren’t important.”
“Right. I’ll see you in a few.”
I look around and spot Katie coming into the ballroom, waving her down.
“Hey.” She blows a piece of hair out of her face before looking me up and down. “I haven’t seen you since you changed. You look amazing. That dress is banging.”
I roll my eyes and chuckle. “Thanks.”
“What’s up?”
With a heavy sigh, I pull off my headset and give it and the tablet to her. “Liz called me. I need to go see her for a few minutes upstairs. Can you hang on to that for me, please? I’ll be back as soon as I can. Also, can you find someone to check the sound? That needs to be done ASAP.”
“I’m on it.”
We rush off our separate ways, and I quickly make my way out into the lobby.
Rubbing my temples, I pace the small hallway area outside the elevators, doing my best to tamp down the worry that makes my blood run cold.
I pray that Chase isn’t going to screw me over.
We didn’t exactly part ways on the best of terms.
That seems like our MO.
This time around though, things had gone so well. We’d opened up to each other. He talked like he’d wanted me, wanted us.
But apparently, I’d lost my ability to read the man.
What am I saying? I’ve never been able to read Chase Hanover.
It’s the whole reason he broke my heart in the first damn place. Not once, but twice.
God, I’m such a fool.
