“Kennedy might get heartbroken. But what if you push away a woman who might bring things into her life that you can’t give her? And, Chase?”
“Yeah?”
“Maybe this isn’t just about Kennedy. Maybe you’re afraid of getting your heart broken too.”
What the hell?“I think you just dove into the deep end, Kate.”Or not.
She might be right. Not getting into a relationship is much easier than dealing with the complications of having another person in my life. Am I using Kennedy as an excuse? Not really. She is my main point of concern. But is that also fortuitous? Yes.
She sighs. “I gotta go. Call me anytime but wait a couple of hours first.”
Laughing, I shake my head. “Fine. Thanks, Kate. Love you.”
“Love you, Chase. Bye.”
“Goodbye.”
I end the call and watch my house come into view.
It glows softly in the darkness, light radiating from the kitchen and living room windows. Just knowing Kennedy and Megan are inside makes my entire body warm.
This is what coming home should feel like.
I put the truck in park and cut the engine.
You have time. Just enjoy the next couple of weeks and see what happens.
Trust in yourself.
Megan looks out the kitchen window and grins. I smile back.
All the worry I have when I’m not here is gone as soon as I’m with her.
That has to mean something.
CHAPTER 25
Megan
“I win.Again,”Kennedy says, yawning. “That’s seriously pathetic.”
“How is that pathetic?” Chase asks.
“Because you both are way older and have played rummy a lot more than I have. Yet I still kick your butts.”
I hold out a hand. “Hold up. I didn’t grow up playing rummy, so that’s not true.”
“Were you raised in a barn?” Chase shakes his head. “Didn’t grow up playing rummy. What did you do with your time?”
Come to think of it, I’m not sure.
I scramble around in my mental trunk full of memories and try to remember how I killed time in my childhood. “I rode bikes. I made sandcastles. Swam. Built forts, climbed trees … played with dolls. But I didn’t play card games.”
Kennedy yawns again, resting her chin in her hand. “Where did you learn how to play, then?”
“My best friend, Calista, was my next-door neighbor in LA. When I first got there, I had an apartment the size of your bathroom, Kennedy.”
“Really?”
