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Authors: Hallie Swanson
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voice.
“Me?” he said sarcastically.
“Yes,” I bite back. “He sends his gopher to do his dirty work.”
A short burst of laughter leaves Chase’s lips, and he rolls his eyes as he leans back in the chair, tipping it on two legs as his eyes make their way up and down my body.
“Snow really has met his match.”
“This is all one big joke to you, isn’t it?”
Chase loses his jovial expression, his lips now taut.
“No joke, Darcy. Snow’s flying out in a couple of days.”
“Coming here?” I ask, my stomach turning somersaults.
“Yes,” he says, his face softening again. “I’m not here to do his dirty work. He got called back on business, so I came on ahead.”
He gets to his feet and ambles round the table.
“Maybe we haven’t got off to a great start…”
He takes my shoulder, and my feet shuffle round as he turns me to face him.
“Let’s say we grab a couple of beers from the fridge while we wait for the pizza to arrive.”
It seems that arguing is getting us nowhere, so what have I got to lose? I nod in agreement. Even with the strong perfume of the flowers there’s an overriding scent, and the nearer to Chase I get, the stronger it becomes. I sniff, trying to place it; it has the essence of coconut, tropical, like suntan cream and body spray combined. His face is actually quite pleasant now that I take the time to look at him.
Stepping between the petals, I make my way to the fridge, the cold air almost taking my breath away as I open the door.
“Beer or cider?” I shout over my shoulder. “I’ve got both.”
His arm bypasses my shoulder as he lifts a beer and cracks it open. I hear a knock at the door, then the bell. Pulling open the drawer under the sink, I empty a small metal tin and search through my change. I look up, but Chase has gone; I hear deep voices spilling towards me from the door. I place my loose change in small piles on the table, then wash my hands as he waltzes back into the kitchen. A large cardboard box is clenched to his chest. My eyes lower to the table top.
“I had it sorted, I was counting my money.”
He smirks. “A gentleman never lets a lady pay. Anyway, I’m starved … and this is getting cold,” he says, licking his lips.
“Didn’t Hooper’s chicken satisfy you?”
His eyes follow mine as I look down at him. He grimaces slightly.
“You telling me that was the dog’s?”
My mouth widens into a grin.
“Oh well, I’ve eaten worse.” He laughs.
There doesn’t seem to be anything I can say that fazes him; it’s like he hasn’t got a care in the world. He’s perfect for Snow, and if Snow were to find himself a female equivalent, I can’t help but think she would be his perfect match. It would never have lasted between us, our past always getting in the way, and with two people as highly strung as us it just wouldn’t have worked.
Chase lifts the cardboard lid, lowers his nose over the open box and sniffs.
“Ah, there’s nothing like a pizza from home…” He looks up at me under his eyes. “They taste kinda different abroad.”
“Yeah whatever, I wouldn’t know.” I shrug my shoulders. “Suppose now you’re here you’d best make yourself at home.”
Grabbing his beer can, he follows me into the lounge. I sit at the far end of the settee, expecting him to sit on the chair opposite. I jump back on the cushion as he steps in front of me and falls back at my side. He’s hardly giving me breathing space, his thigh rubbing against me as he balances the pizza box between us, on his leg and mine.
“Fuck me, is that Snow?”
I follow his gaze, which settles on the side wall and a family photograph of myself at the front, Snow kneeling down, Mum and Dad standing behind.
“Yeah,” I mumble, not appreciating the glasses I’m wearing in the picture.
“God, I hardly recognised him. I’ll tag him on Facebook, give him a laugh.”
“Don’t you dare!” I hiss. “I don’t want my face on the Web.”
Chase
“Me?” he said sarcastically.
“Yes,” I bite back. “He sends his gopher to do his dirty work.”
A short burst of laughter leaves Chase’s lips, and he rolls his eyes as he leans back in the chair, tipping it on two legs as his eyes make their way up and down my body.
“Snow really has met his match.”
“This is all one big joke to you, isn’t it?”
Chase loses his jovial expression, his lips now taut.
“No joke, Darcy. Snow’s flying out in a couple of days.”
“Coming here?” I ask, my stomach turning somersaults.
“Yes,” he says, his face softening again. “I’m not here to do his dirty work. He got called back on business, so I came on ahead.”
He gets to his feet and ambles round the table.
“Maybe we haven’t got off to a great start…”
He takes my shoulder, and my feet shuffle round as he turns me to face him.
“Let’s say we grab a couple of beers from the fridge while we wait for the pizza to arrive.”
It seems that arguing is getting us nowhere, so what have I got to lose? I nod in agreement. Even with the strong perfume of the flowers there’s an overriding scent, and the nearer to Chase I get, the stronger it becomes. I sniff, trying to place it; it has the essence of coconut, tropical, like suntan cream and body spray combined. His face is actually quite pleasant now that I take the time to look at him.
Stepping between the petals, I make my way to the fridge, the cold air almost taking my breath away as I open the door.
“Beer or cider?” I shout over my shoulder. “I’ve got both.”
His arm bypasses my shoulder as he lifts a beer and cracks it open. I hear a knock at the door, then the bell. Pulling open the drawer under the sink, I empty a small metal tin and search through my change. I look up, but Chase has gone; I hear deep voices spilling towards me from the door. I place my loose change in small piles on the table, then wash my hands as he waltzes back into the kitchen. A large cardboard box is clenched to his chest. My eyes lower to the table top.
“I had it sorted, I was counting my money.”
He smirks. “A gentleman never lets a lady pay. Anyway, I’m starved … and this is getting cold,” he says, licking his lips.
“Didn’t Hooper’s chicken satisfy you?”
His eyes follow mine as I look down at him. He grimaces slightly.
“You telling me that was the dog’s?”
My mouth widens into a grin.
“Oh well, I’ve eaten worse.” He laughs.
There doesn’t seem to be anything I can say that fazes him; it’s like he hasn’t got a care in the world. He’s perfect for Snow, and if Snow were to find himself a female equivalent, I can’t help but think she would be his perfect match. It would never have lasted between us, our past always getting in the way, and with two people as highly strung as us it just wouldn’t have worked.
Chase lifts the cardboard lid, lowers his nose over the open box and sniffs.
“Ah, there’s nothing like a pizza from home…” He looks up at me under his eyes. “They taste kinda different abroad.”
“Yeah whatever, I wouldn’t know.” I shrug my shoulders. “Suppose now you’re here you’d best make yourself at home.”
Grabbing his beer can, he follows me into the lounge. I sit at the far end of the settee, expecting him to sit on the chair opposite. I jump back on the cushion as he steps in front of me and falls back at my side. He’s hardly giving me breathing space, his thigh rubbing against me as he balances the pizza box between us, on his leg and mine.
“Fuck me, is that Snow?”
I follow his gaze, which settles on the side wall and a family photograph of myself at the front, Snow kneeling down, Mum and Dad standing behind.
“Yeah,” I mumble, not appreciating the glasses I’m wearing in the picture.
“God, I hardly recognised him. I’ll tag him on Facebook, give him a laugh.”
“Don’t you dare!” I hiss. “I don’t want my face on the Web.”
Chase
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