Page 8 of Mine Forever
THREE
chase
I’m goingto kill Nate.
He’s just the messenger, but that’s his bad luck.
I don’t want to be staring at Eden Mitchell right now. It fucks with my head whenever I see her.
Just when I finally feel like I’m starting to put my life back together and find my little bit of peace here in Cape Sands, Eden Mitchell shows up.
How the hell did she find me anyway?
“Hello, Chase.”
Her voice is controlled, cultured in a way it wasn’t a few years ago. It’s sexy as hell and rubs me the wrong way.
She’s changed her hair since I last saw her. It’s longer, brushing past her shoulders. Where it once reminded me of dark, smooth caramel, now it reminds me of honey.
And her eyes?
Fuck, those eyes have always been my undoing. All the greens and blues that swirl in them. Depending on her mood, some colors are more prominent than others.
Right now, they’re a dark blue and wary.
Shake it off, Hanover. You sound like a damn pussy waxing poetic over her eyes and comparing her hair to food.
“What do you want, Eden?”
“I want to talk to you.”
“What could we possibly have to talk about?” I narrow my eyes and cross my arms over my chest. “Did Liz send you out here?”
For the last few weeks, my agent has been trying to get me on the phone for more than five minutes.
And while she’s the best agent in the business, I’m going to fire her ass as soon as possible if she helped Eden find me.
It would be just like her to do that as a way to get me to call her.
“No. But I do have some business I’d like to discuss with you.”
“Business, huh?” The muscle in my cheek tics, and my jaw clenches. If I don’t let up, I’ll break a tooth.
Nate clears his throat and starts to back away. “You know what? I’m starving. I think I’ll head back to see…yeah…”
I don’t respond, unsure of what will spew out of my mouth that I’ll be sorry for later.
Nate drives off a few moments later, and there’s nothing but sounds of the wind and seagulls between us.
“I don’t care what business you want to discuss, Eden. I can’t help you. There’s your answer. Now get the hell off my property.”
“I’m not leaving, Chase. Not until you hear me out.” She straightens her spine and drops her hands to her hips. “You owe me at least that much.”
My gaze flits down to her chest where her blouse stretches across her breasts that move up and down with her breaths. Breasts that I…
No, damn it!
I focus on her words and let the angry part of me lead the way.
