“No,” Jase said, at the same time Tim said, “Yes.”
Tim looked at Jase. “He may have information we can use.”
Bree glanced at Jase as she put the phone back on speakerphone. “Meet me at my house in an hour. We can talk there.”
“I can be there in fifteen minutes. I’ll fix you french toast and we can talk over breakfast.”
Bree rolled her eyes again. “I’m not there, Chad. And I don’t like french toast.”
Jase smiled at her irritable tone and stared at his feet. She’d obviously told her asshole ex that a few times.
“Oh, well, I can let myself in and I’ll make you some eggs or something,” Chad said.
Bree mouthedlocks. Jase nodded.
“You can’t. I had the locks changed.”
“Why did you do that?”
“You’re kidding, right? Look, I need to go. Meet me there in an hour. We’ll talk then and you can get the rest of your stuff.” She hung up without saying goodbye.
“How long were you with that guy?” Tim asked.
“Too long,” Bree said.
She picked up one of the plates, taking a bite of omelet before continuing. “I’m going to take a shower. He’ll probably be there in about fifteen minutes and wait for me to show up. Denise is meeting me at ten to help me clean up my house anyway.”
Jase raised an eyebrow. “When were you going to tell me you were meeting Denise?”
“Probably around the time we ate breakfast.” She took another bite of eggs without breaking eye contact.
Tim came away from the counter and drained the last of his coffee. “As interesting as I think this conversation is going to get, I’m going to head out. I’ll meet you at your house.” He snagged another piece of bacon on his way out the door.
“I’m going with you.” Jase reached around her to pick up his plate.
“I figured as much. I’ll be in the shower when you’re done eating.” Bree placed her plate in the sink and turned on her toes. She pulled Jase’s shirt over her head as she rounded the corner, leaving him with a glimpse of the elegant line of her back.
Jase wolfed down the rest of his omelet and threw his plate in the sink.
Jase pulled into Bree’s drive and parked along the side of the house. He rounded the hood of his truck just as Bree hopped down from the passenger side, leaving Charlie and Polly in the truck until they dealt with Chad. Bree closed the door and he pressed her against the side of the truck. His left hand ran up the back of her t-shirt, drawing her close, while the fingers of his other hand thread into her hair at the base of her neck.
“You could wait for me to come around and open your door,” he said.
“I could, but I’m a big girl. Been opening my doors by myself for a while.”
Damn, he loved her sassiness. “I know you can.” He ran his nose alongside hers. “It’s a matter of me wanting to do something for you and you letting me do it because it makes me happy.”
Her eyebrows rose. “Opening my door for me makes you happy?”
He wasn’t old fashioned, but there wasn’t a lot he could give Bree she didn’t already have. It was going to have to be the little things. “I think doing anything for you is going to make me happy.”
She didn’t say anything for a few heartbeats. “I don’t know what to do with that.”
“Don’t have to do anything with it.” He gave her a gentle kiss before taking her hand and turned to walk around to the front of her house.
He’d seen the guy sitting on Bree’s porch when they pulled into the drive. He came down the steps as they rounded the corner and took the path that led to the wide porch steps. Pressed white dress shirt, khakis, and loafers with no socks. Jeez, if this was Chad, he even dressed like a tool.
He ignored Jase and headed directly toward Bree. Jase let it play out until Chad made to pull Bree into his arms. She stepped back and closer to Jase, tightening her hold on his hand. Jase pulled her ever so slightly behind him, making it difficult to get at her.
