And if Chase Montgomery was going to do this?
He was going to do it right.
With a sigh, he tucked his phone into his pocket, picked up his coffee, and forced himself to focus.
Because tonight?
Tonight, he was going to see her again.
And he had every intention of showing her that waiting?
Was going to be worth it.
21
The Invitation
Unraveling Savannah
AndChaseMontgomerywasto blame.
She had never been the kind of woman to wait for anything. She made decisions. She moved forward. She never lingered on what-ifs and almosts. But Chase?
He was making her wait.
And it was driving her absolutely insane.
Sitting cross-legged on the couch, her phone gripped between her fingers, Savannah stared at the screen, rereading his message for what had to be the twentieth time that morning, her pulse hammering in her ears.
Chase:I meant what I said. You deserve more than a stolen moment on a dock. You deserve everything. I’m going to give you that. Just wait.
Her breath hitched.
Wait?
How the hell was she supposed to wait when every inch of her body was still burning from his touch, from his lips, from the way his voice had wrapped around her like a damn sin?
And worse?
He knew what he was doing to her.
The man was a menace. A beautiful, smug, self-controlled menace.
Her phone buzzed again.
Chase:Dinner at my place tonight. Bring Mallory. Nate will be there. 7:30.
A pause.
Then—
Chase:No excuses, Monroe.
Savannah smirked, fingers already moving over the keyboard.
Savannah:Bossy.
Chase:And yet, you’re still reading my messages like they’re your new favorite sin.
