Chapter 89

Chase’s first instinct was to rush to Amaya, sweep her into his arms, and forget the agony of the past month.

That was before he saw the stubborn set of her mouth and the angry ocean blue glint as she fixed him with a haughty stare.

He smirked, “Hi, wife!”

He’d flown around the world to be with the woman he loved, and she was angry?

Thrusting his hands in his pockets, he leaned against the window sill.

“What? No welcome kiss for your husband?”

Amaya picked up her bags and placed them on a nearby table, too cool and controlled for his liking. He wanted her off guard, nervous, so he could bully the truth out of her as to why she bolted and why she’d given back his ring. Instead, she smoothed a too-tight hound’s-tooth skirt, tugged on the hem of a matching jacket, and perched on the table’s edge.

“What are you doing here, Chase?”

“Business.”

“Of course.”

Her slight nod annoyed him as much as her clipped response.

“Unfinished business.”

Unable to control himself, he crossed the room in fo