Chapter Thirty Gideon
Chapter Thirty
Gideon
Every single day, my Rebel sends me texts. They haven’t stopped. I also haven’t replied.
I want to tell her everything that I have to say in person. I want to hold her and bury myself in her, my nose in her neck, and never let her go as I explain in precise detail how fucking badly I’ve missed her.
I’m a shell of a man without her.
But I’m on my way to her. With every mile this plane takes toward DC, my anxiety lessens. I’ll see her tonight.
I only have to endure a few more hours without her.
And then, I’m never letting her go again. I’ve also been in contact with the president, and I’ve made it clear that I’ll do whatever I need to do to make sure that Lena is mine. Even if that means I have to leave the ranch and move back to DC to be with her.
Because this life doesn’t work without her in it.
Settling into my seat in first class, I open the phone and page back to the beginning to read all her messages to me. I’ve read them a hundred times at least, and could likely recite them from memory, but it calms me to read her words.
Just as I get to the end, a new one comes in.
Rebel: I wish you were here.
I’m coming, baby.
I’m coming.