Breathe (Colorado Mountain #4)(187)



“Yeah,” Miah whispered.

Chace wasn’t done.

“Amelia is going to the University of Wyoming, buddy. In a few months, you two will be separated. That could stay strong while you two are in different states or you or she might find someone else. Have a mind to that this summer with her and where you guys went last night. You leave, you find someone else in New York, she’s lost in you, you could hurt her. Think about how you feel about her right now, what that might do to her and handle her with care. You still with me?”

“Yeah,” Miah repeated on a whisper.

Chace fell silent and Miah didn’t speak.

Then Miah spoke.

“How did you know it was Faye?”

Chace felt his lips tip up as his eyes watched the waters run. “Just knew.”

“How?”

He turned his head to Miah to see Miah’s eyes on him. “You see her, bud, the one that’s meant for you, you’ll know too.”

Miah held his eyes. Then he nodded and looked back at the creek.

Chace did too and they again lapsed into silence until Chace broke it this time.

“Been years, Miah, lookin’ for that man. Wantin’ to put Misty to rest in my mind. Now she is. Thank you.”

He heard Miah take in a breath before he said softly, “You’re welcome, Aslan.”

Fuck, that socked him in the gut. Every time.

Without taking his gaze from the creek he again lifted his hand, curled it around the back of Miah’s neck and gave it a squeeze. Once he was done, he removed his hand, returned his elbow to his knee and sat silently with his boy, no, his boy who was becoming a man and watched the waters flow.

* * * * *

One week later

Chace stood outside the bedroom door, ass and back to the wall, feet out in front of him, ankles crossed, a grin playing on his lips.

He did this listening to his wife reading to her sons, Jake and Silas.

It wasn’t the first time. It wouldn’t be the last.

As usual, listening to her melodic voice adding nuance and drama to the story, he enjoyed it for a good long while.

Then he moved away from the wall to check on his sleeping baby girl, Twyla.

* * * * *

Three hours later

Faye underneath him, his c**k still hard inside her, Chace ran his tongue along her lower lip.

The instant he was done, she ran hers along his.

When she was done, he lifted his lips, kissed her nose then dipped his chin and caught her eyes.

“You gonna read, baby?” he asked but he knew her answer.

Still, she gave it to him.

“Yeah.”

He grinned, bent his neck, kissed the indent in her collarbone and slid out.

She slid out of bed and he watched her silk nightie fall over her heart-shaped ass as she walked to the bathroom to clean up.

Chace rolled to his side of the bed, turned out his light and settled in. Then he watched his wife walk back into the room and climb into their bed.

He threw the covers over her.

She grabbed her book.

Chace closed his eyes and fell asleep.

* * * * *

An hour and a half later

Chace sensed the light going out and the bed moved as Faye settled into it.

Sleepily, he reached out an arm, hauled her into him, tucking her under him and he curled into her body.

“Done?” he muttered.

Her hand glided down his arm until her fingers found and laced through his.

“Yeah,” she whispered.

“’Night, baby.”

“’Night, honey.”

He felt his wife’s body relax under him as he felt Apollo and Starbuck adjust and settle on and around their feet.

And Chace drifted to sleep knowing that everything was right in the world.

Absolutely everything.

And he knew this because their kids were asleep in their beds under a roof he provided for them doing something he was proud of.

But he knew this more because like the night before, and the one before that, and all of them, every single one since she gave him the gift of her virginity, Chace Keaton and his Faye fell asleep, tucked tight, holding on, together in their bed.

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