When he frowned, I cut my eyes at him. "Don't act like you don't know."
He shrugged and gave me that half smile again. "Do you really care what Mom thinks? We're adults and the decisions we make are our own to live with."
"Agreed. I just need to survive the trip there."
Chase laughed. "Trust me, it will be okay. Dad will make her behave."
"Right. So, are you coming?"
Rubbing a hand over his hair, Chase made a face. "I'll tell you on Monday. I have some things lined up that I might not be able to postpone."
"Whatever."
Chase laughed as he slid the plate onto the low center table. "Garth will protect you if I can't make it."
"Do me a favor though?" I leaned forward, intent on his cooperation.
"Depends. What d'you need?"
"Don't tell them I'm coming. I want it to be a surprise."
I ignored the suspicion in his eyes and flew up from the cushion the moment my cell phone rang. "I have to get that."
I hurried to my bedroom, got the phone off the dresser and hit the call button. "Kofi, you're home?"
"Yeah, I got in a few minutes ago."
His voice, pitched low, made me picture his lips. As I remembered what they felt like sealed to mine, my tongue edged out to taste him. Kofi had skills that urged me to forget about being sane and decent and throw myself at him.
That, in itself, surprised me. I'd always been careful with men, thanks to a bad experience I had in my early twenties. Since then, I took things slowly and chose wisely.
" ... or are you going to stay up half the night creating ads and logos?"
"I don't think so. I'm gonna try and get some beauty sleep tonight."
"Yes, you should get some rest. You drive your body too hard."
His concern brought a smile to my face as I sat on the bed. "Am I seeing you tomorrow?"
"Your wish is my command."
"Right. Anyway, I didn't plan to exercise tomorrow, so I guess that means you have to drive out."
"No problem. I need to talk to you anyway. There's some stuff I need to know to finalize our travel plans."
"Ourtravel plans?" My hand went to my heart. Funny how Kofi’s words, combined with thoughts of home, had the power to make my heart race.
"Yes, I don't want you to get any ideas about backing out on me at the last moment."
"I'm insulted." My toes made circles on the tiles as I stared at myself in the mirror on the back of the door leading to the bathroom. "Do I look like that kind of woman to you?"
His answer was quick. "Yes."
We both chuckled and then chatted for a few more minutes until he yawned. "I'll be seeing a client early in the morning, so I'll let you go."
"No problem."
"Dream of me."
