“And you didn't chase after him,” Paige points out. “You both fucked up. He jumped to conclusions, and you got defensive instead of going after him.”
I close my eyes, tears burning behind my lids.
“Can you really walk away from him?” Amy asks quietly.
I don't answer because I can't. I can't walk away from Frost or imagine my life without him. Even now, my pride screams at me to stay here and let him crawl back, while my heart pulls me toward the door.
“That's what I thought,” Amy says, and there's no judgment in her voice, only understanding. “You two need to clear the air and pull your heads out of your asses. You both fucked up, but you're made for each other.”
I open my eyes, looking at her. “What if he doesn't believe me?”
“Then you make him believe you.” Amy squeezes my arm. “But you have to try, Hope. You have to fight for this.”
I take a shaky breath. She's right, I have to fight for us. Even if it means swallowing my pride and chasing after him. Because losing Frost? That's not an option.
CHAPTER 11
FROST
The cool night air hits me as I burst through the door like my ass is on fire. I breathe hard, and my hands shake from the adrenaline coursing through my veins. The parking lot is full of bikes, and the distant sound of music and laughter spills out from the clubhouse.
Everything was perfect. Christmas, the proposal, the bachelor/bachelorette party, the carnival, and, despite the food poisoning, the rehearsal dinner. Paige even made it back in time for the wedding. Now I want to call it off. Because what if Hope doesn't have a choice? What if she's only marrying me because she's pregnant and feels trapped?
What if none of this was ever real?
“What the fuck was that?”
I spin around to find Chaos storming toward me, and he looks pissed.
“Not now,” I growl.
“Yeah, now.” He gets right in my face, his jaw tight. “You want to tell me what the hell you're doing? You just walked out on your woman.”
“You don't unders?—”
“No, brother, it'syouwho doesn't understand.” His voice is sharp, cutting through the haze in my head. “You want to explain to me why you just screamed at Hope in front of everyone? Why you smashed a shot glass and stormed out like a goddamn child?”
“She lied to me!” The words rip out of me, raw and jagged. “She's pregnant, Chaos. She's only marrying me because she has to.”
Chaos stares at me and shakes his head, his expression shifts from anger to something that looks more like pity. “Jesus Christ, Frost. You really are a fucking idiot.”
I step close to him so we’re chest to chest. “What the fuck did you just say?”
He pushes me, and I stumble backward. “She's not pregnant, you dumbass.”
The words hit me like a punch to the gut. “What?”
“This morning,” Chaos says, his voice quieter now but no less intense. “The florist called Hope. Canceled her flower order because of some Valentine's Day bullshit. Then the florist, being a complete bitch, by the way, asked Hope if she was pregnant. You know, because why else would someone get married in a hurry, right?”
My heart sinks into my stomach.
“Hope was pissed,” Chaos continues. “So, she said, 'Yeah, I'm pregnant. Sure, why else would I be getting married in a hurry’. She was being sarcastic, Frost. She was pissed at the florist, not confessing some big secret.”
Oh God. What have I done?
“Hope thought you were just stressed from being sick,” Chaos says, and his voice is getting quieter, more dangerous. “She had no idea you overheard, no idea you misunderstood. Right now,yourwoman is in there breaking down because theman she loves just humiliated her in front of everyone and walked out.”
The weight of his words crashes down on me, and I can't fucking breathe. “I…” My voice cracks. "I-I thou?—”
