But Chase still has more sex appeal.Why? Why does he have to be so ridiculously appealing?
My stomach tightens, and my heart begins to pound again. I could lose myself by staring at him, dreaming up situations and realities far from the truth.
“You see, Calista,” I say, my eyes still locked with Chase’s. “Chase and I have a deal.”
“What’s that?” she asks.
His lips twitch.
My brain races, trying to find the best way to handle her question. Obviously, he’s wildly attractive. Sexy.A catch. But none of that matters at present because he’s made his priority clear: Kennedy.
“She’s my priority,” he says. “If I’m open to messing around with you, that leaves room for mistakes.”
I force a swallow and turn toward the phone. Calista has her phone on her makeup table as she brushes her hair. She winks at me before going back to the mirror.
“It doesn’t matter how we feel. Our priority is Kennedy,” I say.
My statement is met with silence. Calista remains quiet while Chase shifts his weight beside me.
“Can I call you tomorrow?” I ask, feeling the heftiness of Chase’s gaze on the side of my face.
“Yeah. Sure. Call me tomorrow, toots. Love you.”
“Love you. Bye.”
“Bye. Bye, Chase. Nice to meet you and your great teeth.”
I roll my eyes.
“Nice to meet you,” he says.
I end the call swiftly.
My body is hot. The temperature in the room rises every second that it takes me to get the nerve to look at Chase. That doesn’t stop a surge of chills from snaking down my spine.
“That wasn’t awkward at all,” he says.
I force myself to turn to him. “Not at all.”
His shield is back, but a twinkle remains. “So you like my teeth, huh?”
His simple question breaks the tension. I burst out laughing and pick up my food. I carry it to the island, needing some space from him.
“You know, I’ve never had someone compliment my teeth before,” he says. “Odd but satisfying. My parents have a lot of money in my teeth, so I’m glad that paid off.”
“You know what’s satisfying?”
He grins.
I roll my eyes. “The fact that you had teeth that needed braces.”
“That’s cold.”
“That’s …just. You can’t have everything, Chase. It’s not fair to the world.”
He moseys toward the refrigerator. “Did you leave any leftovers?”
“Yeah. There’s some left.”
