“Thanks,” I whispered, almost choking on my words.

At the far end of the room, the OR suite doors pushed open and Chase looked anything but a fucking mess. My gut wrenched at the sight of his new case manager flanked at his side. She was a new hire I had only met once or twice in passing, but she was staring up into his eyes, my eyes, giggling and hanging on every word he spoke. She had probably just sat in on an awake case. The amount of jealousy I never knew I possessed came to a brimming head. It took everything in my power to not run over there and rip that giggling, flirty mouth right off her face. But what killed me even more was the smile he had for her.

The next thing I knew Kate was dragging me into the supply closet.

“What in the world are you doing? Kate, stop,” I hissed.

“No, you stop, You practically had fumes coming from your ears. I thought you were gonna try to rip her hair out.”

That obvious, huh?

“I was close. What the hell is that all about?”

“Lili, she’s on his team now. Stop jumping to conclusions. He was probably telling her about the next case. You need to take your own advice and go home and cool off. Stick to your original plan. I’ll text you when he’s done, promise.”

Crap. I took a deep breath. She was right. Who was I kidding? I wasn’t going to make a scene in the middle of the recovery room like an unstable jealous girlfriend without any facts, but damn I was so tempted.

“Lili, just go.” Kate pushed me toward the exit.

Walking away I repeated, “Sweet.” We were sweet. I was his sweet.

I paced back and forth, back and forth. My nervous energy was wearing away the sheen on my hardwood floor. Kate’s text couldn’t come soon enough. A little bit before eight o’clock my phone chimed.

He’s done.

GL :)

Hmmm. Kate wished me good luck. Is that what I needed, luck? No, what I needed was for him to listen, to hear me out. He needed my truth. And I needed the same in return. His flirty new case manager was the least of my worries. My irrational reaction to her today, on the other hand … that was an issue. It just confirmed how attached I was to him. He was mine.

In the rain, I hailed a cab and headed directly for the Franklin Towers. The swish of the windshield wipers put me in a trance, only to replay our future conversation. After a silent elevator ride to the sixteenth floor and several knocks at his door, it was apparent I had beaten him there. I leaned against the wall just outside his door, closed my eyes and waited. The elevator ding snapped me from my haze and renewed the butterflies in my stomach. I rubbed my sweaty palms along my grey yoga pants.

“Blue?”

My breath quickened at the sound of his deep voice. I hadn’t realized how much I loved his nickname for me. I kept my eyes closed.

“What are you doing here? I didn’t expect to see you, I mean you just surprised me.” His nervous ramble almost made me smirk. Almost.

“We need to talk, Chase.” I peeled my eyes open to find him only inches from my face. His stormy grey eyes tangled with mine. There was no doubt our connection was still alive. The fire between us still burned and in that moment I missed him. I missed everything. All of it. Every one of my Dr.’s. All I wanted to do was leap into his arms and tell him so. Instead I held myself and waited. Fear of rejection paralyzed me.

“Come in.”

My legs trembled while I went directly to the couch and sat. Behind me, I heard him drop his keys on the table. “Want a drink?”

I shook my head no, sensing his eyes boring into the back of my head. He needed to sit. Please just sit already. The awkwardness in the air was suffocating.

“Please just sit, Chase.” I glanced over at him, hoping he saw it on my face, how much I needed this. He had changed out of his scrubs and was wearing a charcoal grey dress shirt that matched his eyes with the sleeves haphazardly rolled up. Like he always did. He slowly walked toward the couch. He looked tired, but beautiful. “You need to hear the truth, Chase. I need to tell you what happened and-”

“You don’t need to tell me anything.”

My heart rate skyrocketed. Nerves were replaced with fury and frustration.

“Why won’t you fucking let me tell you my side?” I snapped and threw my arms in the air. “Everything that asshole said in that courthouse might have been true, but he made me look like I cried fucking wolf. I didn’t ... that’s not what happened.”

“Blue, stop. Just fucking stop.” He secured me in a tight embrace. “Stop.”

“No.” I wiggled, trying to free myself. “You’re going to hear me out, damn it. You need to hear the truth. You owe me that!”

“I don’t need to hear a fucking thing.” His words stung like rock salt in a gaping wound. He pushed me at arms’ length, lifting my chin to meet his icy stare. “Look at me, Lili.”

Hot, angry tears betrayed me. Damn him for making me cry.

“I know the truth. That motherfucker raped you!”

Time froze.

Chase’s raw growl continued to echo through my bones. I fucking hated that word. Rape. I hated that it happened to me. I hated being a victim.

We silently stared at each other. Chase looked feral, the vessels in his neck pulsated while he struggled to regain some control. Damn, the pain in his eyes rivaled my own. The rape I suffered through was ripping Chase apart, and I hated that it had that power. Fuck you, selfish fuck-face. I stopped fighting the tears; I wasn’t going to win.

Chase’s thumbs swiped my face. Oh god, I missed his touch. “That selfish fucker destroyed your spirit, your confidence and even though you never told me, I knew ... I knew something had happened to you. The second I figured out where that asshole was going with those fucking questions, and I saw the pain in your eyes, baby, I knew. It took every ounce of restraint for me to sit in that courtroom and not tear that piece of shit apart. But you need to hear me right now. Never, not for one single goddamn second, did I ever think you cried wolf. Don’t ever say that again. Don’t you ever think you need to explain yourself to anyone after what you went through. Understand?” He shut his eyes for a moment before continuing. “Baby, just when I thought I was breaking through your wall ... that fucker made it go right back up.” His voice was strained.

He let go of my face and ran his hand through his messy hair. I choked on air as my eyes followed his hands. They were covered in green and yellow bruises. His knuckles were raw and swollen.

I released my breath and spoke. “What? If you knew, then why did you pull away? You left me. You ... lied to me?” His confession confused me. He never doubted me, but he left me anyway. Nothing made sense. None of it.

Chase dropped onto the couch with his arms resting on his knees, an all too familiar position, and he raked his hair. Something deep in my gut sank. What the hell? It wasn’t just his hands that were bruised. Deep purple marks tracked up his forearms. I knelt between his legs, bracing myself on his thighs, and looked up into his beautiful face. The marks were less noticeable, but the faint yellow streaks marring his cheekbone and chin were my undoing.

“Chase, what happened to you?” I traced over his bruised arms with trembling fingertips. He looked as battered as I felt. “Please, talk to me ... say something,” I pleaded.

He inhaled. “It’s nothing. I went a few rounds with Asher on Saturday.”

A few rounds? What the hell was he talking about? Asher said he saw him Saturday. I’ve never seen him like that. Then I remembered Chase and Asher’s conversation at Asiate. “Wait. You started fighting again? Why would you do that?” I didn’t want to hear his answer. He was a freaking surgeon, for god’s sake. His hands were his livelihood.

“I needed to blow off some steam. It’s not a big deal.” His tone was curt and dismissive.

“If it wasn’t a big deal, then why did you lie about it? Is that why you took the week off ... to hide your bruises? There was no business trip, was there?”

He didn’t have to answer, the guilt was written all over his face.

“But I don’t understand. I saw Asher today, he looked fine!” I stood right next to him, he gripped my hand, and there were no marks or bruises.

Chase half smirked. “Pansy started wearing gear.”

I saw through his attempt at humor. He wasn’t going to distract me.

“Wait, and you don’t wear gear? What if you broke your hand?”

“I didn’t.” Ouch. He must have seen me wince. “Look, Blue, I’m sorry. The last thing I wanted was for you to worry about me. You went through enough last week.”

“You didn’t want me to worry about you?” I rose from between his legs and walked to the window. The rain seemed a little heavier than before. I watched the raindrops splashing in the sidewalk puddles. I hated how unpredictable summer rainstorms were. Sometimes just a light drizzle or a sun shower, sometimes raging thunder and lightning. Since the rain was inevitable, I wished for a light rain with the promise of sunshine, but my gut felt a scary storm building. I hated night rainstorms. “Instead you let me think you wanted nothing to do with me. That you believed everything said in court.” I continued to stare outside, keeping my voice level. “I thought you were disgusted with me, that I was a liar.” I turned and challenged his stormy gaze. “Do you have any idea what this week was like for me?” Running my clenched fist along my sternum, I tried to ease the pain of my pounding heart.