Reagan: There goes that ego again… I’ll have you know, we barely spoke about you.
Chase: Liar.
Reagan: Fine. Maybe we talked about you, a little.
Reagan: Okay. A lot. Damnit, Chase, I’ve had too much to drink. I can’t keep secrets.
Chase: Good to know… Alcohol = truth serum.
Reagan: OMG. Ummm. Maybe.
Chase: So, when can I see you again?
Chase: I can be there in ten minutes…
Reagan: I’m already in bed.
Chase: Your point?
Reagan: Good grief, Chase. You’re not coming over tonight.
Chase: Fine. Will I see you tomorrow? I’m playing at the pub…
Reagan: I’ll be there. *kiss face emoji*
Reagan: Is that too cheesy… Are we at a point where I can use an emoji?
Reagan: Oh god, I scared you away.
Chase: It’ll take a lot more than a yellow cartoon face to scare me away, Red.
Chase: Get some sleep, that way I won’t feel bad if I keep you up late tomorrow.
Reagan: Well now I can’t sleep.
Chase: Sure, you can, beautiful. Just close your eyes and pretend I’m there.
Reagan: If you were here, we wouldn’t be sleeping.
Chase: Good night, Red.
Reagan: Good night, Chase
Chase: *kiss face emoji* *wink emoji*
Chapter 10
When Reagan woke up the next day, her body hummed with anticipation. She would see Chase again tonight and wondered if their indescribable chemistry would continue to surprise her.
Filled with nervous energy, she spent her work day fidgeting in her seat, unable to focus on anything except Chase. Luckily it was a day without any interaction with Harris, which she was thankful for. She dashed out of her office an hour early and hurried home, stopping at the store on the way to get some ingredients. There was only one way she knew to settle herself, and that was in the kitchen.
Reagan lost herself in the simple pleasure of baking, and after a couple of hours, had two pans of brownies cooling on her counter. A batch of tiger swirl peanut butter brownies sat next to a pan of double dark chocolate.
As they cooled, she took the time to overthink her outfit for the evening. Sure, it was just another night at the pub, but this was also the first time she would be watching Chase as his girlfriend.
“Am I his girlfriend?” she said aloud to herself. She wanted to believe it, but doubts still lingered. Was he as serious as she was, could their connection last, or would she do something to push him away? “Tonight. I’ll ask him if we’re serious tonight.”
With that final statement to herself, in a voice infused with confidence she didn’t truly feel, Reagan finished getting dressed, packaged up some brownies, and headed out to the pub.
