Page 48 of Committed to You

“Is she going into a coma?”

“No, she’s not,” Jamison says. He has his arm around Quinn, and I can tell she’s been crying.

Noah eventually comes back into the room and tells us that Xander was allowed back. Several hours pass, and we finally learn Charlotte is awake. We are allowed to see her, but she’s on a lot of pain meds and seems only to want Xander there.

Chase and Jamison have to catch their flight. Piper is going to Xander’s hotel to pack a bag for him and drop it off at Charlotte’s so he can take care of her. Quinn asks me if we can grab dinner. I’m assuming she doesn’t want to be alone and I agree.

“Great. My car’s here. I’ll drive,” Quinn tells me.

She turns toward Jamison and Chase. “You guys want a ride to the airport?”

Quinn, no!

“That would be great, thanks.” Jamison beams.

Not wanting to cause a scene, I shut my mouth and walk to the car with everyone, feeling Chase’s eyes on me.

Jamison sits in the front with Quinn. Chase and I hop in the back.

Since my anger has died down, part of me feels terrible for what I said to him, but I remind myself everything I said was true.

Okay, maybe it was a little harsh. I’m wavering when I see Chase blinking back tears.

My heart splinters further. Without thinking, I put my hand over his. He blinks harder and mouths, ‘I’m sorry.’

I mouth back, ‘I know.’

I want to scoot closer to him and curl up in his chest, but I don’t. Nothing has changed. But I don’t want to hate him, or hurt him, just because he wants something different in his life than I do.

Quinn pulls up to the curb and hops out with Jamison. Chase and I sit, frozen.

My emotions are all over the place, and I don’t trust what might come out of my mouth, so I wait for him to speak.

Several moments pass, and he cups my face in his hands. “I’m going to make this right between us.”

What does that mean?

“I’m an asshole. I didn’t know I was hurting you, but I have. I’m sorry.”

For the millionth time this day, tears stream down my face.

His blue eyes pierce mine. “Will you let me make this right?”

I don’t know what he means by “make it right,” but without any hesitation, I nod.

“I want to kiss you goodbye, really kiss you, but I’m not going to really kiss you again until I make this right.”

My tears are everywhere now.

Jamison knocks on the window.

“I have to go. Can we still talk on Friday?”

“Okay,” I whisper.

He brushes tears off my cheeks with his thumbs then kisses my forehead. He turns to get out of the car.

“Chase,” I cry out.

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