Ex-Husband, Back Off

Summary

The next time I saw Chase Reed, it was at a little guesthouse in the Rockies.

I'd just finished feeding my son breakfast and was wiping his mouth when Chase came out from the kitchen carrying a tray.

Our eyes met. I saw his pupils dilate in shock.

Three years had passed. His skin was weathered and reddened from the sun, his face covered in stubble, with new lines etched around his eyes from the harsh elements.

Then his gaze landed on my son. He froze mid-step, his eyes going wide with disbelief before flooding with joy.

He hurried over, his eyes locked on my little boy.