Shannon’s POV.
Did that just happen? Chase takes my face in his hands, his thumbs rubbing under my eyes, catching the tears as they fall. I gently grip his wrists when he places his forehead against mine. I step into him.
“It was always you, Shan. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw you. I have lived with your ghost for the past four years. Every memory of us is engraved in my heart and in this clubhouse. I love you. I love our little tornado and the girls. I want you to be my ol lady like you were supposed to be. I want to make little tornadoes with you. Want to see your belly swollen with our child. I want to be with you, Shan. Please don’t run again.” He whispers, his voice clogged with emotion. I close my eyes, feeling it all.
I would be lying to myself if I told him I didn’t feel th
