That’s all he had left.
A week and a damn day before she packed up and drove away, taking every single piece of him with her.
And the thought damn near destroyed him.
Because he wasn’t sure if he could survive it.
Chase had never needed anyone.
Had never let himself.
But Savannah?
She was different.
She was the only thing in his life that had ever felt permanent.
And now, he was about to lose her.
The wind picked up, sending a slow rustle through the sea grass as he clenched his jaw, his mind already running through every single scenario.
Every single way he could convince her to stay.
He had to try.
Because losing her wasn’t an option.
And if he had to burn every bridge, rewrite every rule, and take every risk just to make sure she didn’t leave?
Then he damn well would.
Because Savannah Monroe wasn’t just part of his past.
She was his future.
And now?
He just had to make her see it.
33
Finding Everything
Chasedecidedtotakethe rest of the week off from work.
It wasn’t something he did often. Hell, he never did it. He had built his life around routine, around discipline—knowing where he needed to be, when he needed to be there, and exactly how much time it would take to get things done.
Structure. Order. Control.
That was who Chase Montgomery was.
At least, it had been.
Until Savannah Monroe walked back into his life.
She was the opposite of predictable. The opposite of safe. And for a man who had spent his entire life making sure things stayed manageable, she was a walking contradiction to everything he thought he wanted.
And yet, he wanted her more than he had ever wanted anything.
