Chase leaned his head back on the headrest once he’d boarded his plane and closed his eyes, wishing he could close off his thoughts as well. The truth was, he could have sent someone else to Paris, but he needed some distance to sort out a few things in his head. Why was everything suddenly so complicated? He had a filthy headache and a gut full of worry over Amaya and her many questions. Of course, he meant that he said to stop acting, and he was stupid enough to even suggest it. He wanted her to not act but to treat him like a real husband and not glare at him when no one was watching.
Yes, they shared wonderful moments on the yacht, and it was a memory he would never be able to forget. For once, he had forgotten his thirst for vengeance, yet here he was again, searching for it.
Now it
