When he got me face to face with him, he left one arm angled across my back, hand cupping one cheek of my bottom. But his other hand lifted and he tucked my hair behind my ear, his eyes watching before his hand cupped my jaw and his thumb stroked my cheekbone and lips.
When he started doing this, he asked gently, “Why’d you tell them I was with someone else?”
“Well, um… because, uh –”
“Faye.”
Frak.
“It was after that kiss at the Station that went bad,” I said quickly.
I saw his eyes flash with remorse but I powered through.
“They knew I’d been crushing on you for a while. The whole mission with finding out who killed Misty was about easing your pain and getting you to notice me. So, I had decided I was going to avoid you at all costs after that happened at the Station and that meant avoiding discussing you with them. So I lied and said you’d moved on. I didn’t share when things happened for us because I wanted to make sure it was real and good and might last before I blew up their pretty bubble. We’ve never met but we care about each other a whole lot so I didn’t want to blow up a bubble that would just as quickly burst.”
“This bubble isn’t gonna burst, baby,” he whispered and my body melted into his.
“I hope not,” I whispered back.
His eyes dropped to my mouth as his thumb slid over my lips and he muttered, “Best kiss I ever had.”
My head tipped to the side and his eyes came back to mine as I asked, “Pardon?”
“In the Station. Best kiss I ever had.”
I melted more into him and whispered, “Chace.”
“Fought the pull of you. Lost.”
Oh God. I liked that.
“Honey,” I breathed, my hand sliding up his chest to his neck.
“Was comin’ home from Deck’s, saw your lights on, late. Didn’t even think about it. Stopped and sat in my truck on the street lookin’ up at your apartment, wonderin’ what you were doin’ up so late. Five seconds later, there you were on the street, oblivious to everything. Told myself not to follow you. Followed you. Fuckin’ glad I did.”
“You knew where I lived?” I whispered.
“Knew where you lived. Knew where your parents lived. Knew what you drove. Knew where you worked. Knew what you ordered at the diner. Knew everything I could know about you.”
Oh my God!
That was huge.
My fingers dug into his neck and I kept whispering when I said, “Chace.” But I couldn’t think what else to say.
“Best thing I ever did, goin’ after you,” he whispered back. “Got my dance with you. Led to different kinda dances with you. Best thing I ever f**kin’ did.”
His words affected me so deeply, since I couldn’t hold it up anymore, I dropped my head and buried my face in his neck.
His hand at my jaw slid back into my hair and his head turned so his lips were at my ear.
“Love your hair, Faye,” he murmured.
And I loved everything about him.
Absolutely everything.
I didn’t tell him this. I lay on top of him, feeling the power of him under me, the warmth of his hand on my behind, his fingers sifting through my hair and I memorized every nuance of it.
Finally, Chace broke the silence.
“You gonna read or fall asleep on top of me?”
“Fall asleep on top of you,” I muttered into his neck.
His hand fisted gently in my hair, his fingers dug into the flesh of my bottom and he replied, “Works for me.”
It worked for him.
Touched by an angel.
I sighed. After a while, my thumb running back and forth under his jaw in a mindless caress stopped, this telling Chace I was asleep.
* * * * *
Chace
Chace stared at the ceiling, Faye curled into him, asleep after he’d rolled into her and took her to his side to turn out her light, taking her with him when he twisted to turn off his.
The Elite.
A good nickname.
This meant her friends knew who these people were.
What they didn’t know was that these people made it their business to know everything.
Everything.
Most especially everything that might make them vulnerable.
“Fuck,” he whispered, Faye stirred and he forced his body to relax.
She settled.
Chace didn’t.
Chapter Sixteen
Perfect
I was in a dither.
A fraking dither!
It was a multi-faceted dither starting with the fact that Chace would be at my place in fifteen minutes to drive me to Aspen to have dinner with his mother. It was Saturday night and I’d again left the library early, leaving it in the hands of a volunteer so I would have time to come home and get ready.
It also had to do with the fact that it had been nearly three weeks since Malachi got out of the hospital and even though in every way he was a normal kid, so far as interacting with Jarot and Robbie in a (somewhat) healthy way, he still hadn’t spoken a word (this being the unhealthy part of how he interacted with Jarot and Robie).
Now even the psychologist was concerned. Everyone was. Even Chace couldn’t hide his concern. Malachi was communicating a lot more, this being writing things down on a notepad. But he wasn’t talking.
My dither further had to do with the fact that Chace and I had been together over six weeks and even though all that was good, no, fraking great, he hadn’t shared his “dark” with me. We were cool. We were awesome. But that bomb was always below the surface and I never knew when the fuse would be lit and it would blow.
And my dither had to do with the fact that last week, Chace’s temper boiled over again. But this time, luckily, it wasn’t directed at me.
It had to do with the fact that he finally tracked down and confronted the President of the City Council, Cesar Moreno about what was going on at the library and why Moreno was avoiding him.
I knew Cesar and his family, we weren’t great friends but everyone in town knew him. He was a good guy. His wife Isabella was one of those ladies who was a lady, all class, soft spoken but still sweet and approachable. Both his boys were fantastic baseball players. He was a great City Council President. Even my Dad liked and respected him.
But when Chace found him, unfortunately, he didn’t hand Chace any bull.
What he told Chace was that he was avoiding him, and thus me since everyone in town knew I was with Chace, as he dealt with the issue “in-house”. This issue was that there was a member of the Council who wanted to close the library not because of funding issues. This was just what they were telling me to prime me just in case things got out of hand. But because there were books in the library that she deemed “inappropriate” including the Twilight series, Harry Potter (due to them having such “heathen” topics as vampires and magic) and a variety of art books what Cesar told Chace she described as having “nudie boobies”.
When he started doing this, he asked gently, “Why’d you tell them I was with someone else?”
“Well, um… because, uh –”
“Faye.”
Frak.
“It was after that kiss at the Station that went bad,” I said quickly.
I saw his eyes flash with remorse but I powered through.
“They knew I’d been crushing on you for a while. The whole mission with finding out who killed Misty was about easing your pain and getting you to notice me. So, I had decided I was going to avoid you at all costs after that happened at the Station and that meant avoiding discussing you with them. So I lied and said you’d moved on. I didn’t share when things happened for us because I wanted to make sure it was real and good and might last before I blew up their pretty bubble. We’ve never met but we care about each other a whole lot so I didn’t want to blow up a bubble that would just as quickly burst.”
“This bubble isn’t gonna burst, baby,” he whispered and my body melted into his.
“I hope not,” I whispered back.
His eyes dropped to my mouth as his thumb slid over my lips and he muttered, “Best kiss I ever had.”
My head tipped to the side and his eyes came back to mine as I asked, “Pardon?”
“In the Station. Best kiss I ever had.”
I melted more into him and whispered, “Chace.”
“Fought the pull of you. Lost.”
Oh God. I liked that.
“Honey,” I breathed, my hand sliding up his chest to his neck.
“Was comin’ home from Deck’s, saw your lights on, late. Didn’t even think about it. Stopped and sat in my truck on the street lookin’ up at your apartment, wonderin’ what you were doin’ up so late. Five seconds later, there you were on the street, oblivious to everything. Told myself not to follow you. Followed you. Fuckin’ glad I did.”
“You knew where I lived?” I whispered.
“Knew where you lived. Knew where your parents lived. Knew what you drove. Knew where you worked. Knew what you ordered at the diner. Knew everything I could know about you.”
Oh my God!
That was huge.
My fingers dug into his neck and I kept whispering when I said, “Chace.” But I couldn’t think what else to say.
“Best thing I ever did, goin’ after you,” he whispered back. “Got my dance with you. Led to different kinda dances with you. Best thing I ever f**kin’ did.”
His words affected me so deeply, since I couldn’t hold it up anymore, I dropped my head and buried my face in his neck.
His hand at my jaw slid back into my hair and his head turned so his lips were at my ear.
“Love your hair, Faye,” he murmured.
And I loved everything about him.
Absolutely everything.
I didn’t tell him this. I lay on top of him, feeling the power of him under me, the warmth of his hand on my behind, his fingers sifting through my hair and I memorized every nuance of it.
Finally, Chace broke the silence.
“You gonna read or fall asleep on top of me?”
“Fall asleep on top of you,” I muttered into his neck.
His hand fisted gently in my hair, his fingers dug into the flesh of my bottom and he replied, “Works for me.”
It worked for him.
Touched by an angel.
I sighed. After a while, my thumb running back and forth under his jaw in a mindless caress stopped, this telling Chace I was asleep.
* * * * *
Chace
Chace stared at the ceiling, Faye curled into him, asleep after he’d rolled into her and took her to his side to turn out her light, taking her with him when he twisted to turn off his.
The Elite.
A good nickname.
This meant her friends knew who these people were.
What they didn’t know was that these people made it their business to know everything.
Everything.
Most especially everything that might make them vulnerable.
“Fuck,” he whispered, Faye stirred and he forced his body to relax.
She settled.
Chace didn’t.
Chapter Sixteen
Perfect
I was in a dither.
A fraking dither!
It was a multi-faceted dither starting with the fact that Chace would be at my place in fifteen minutes to drive me to Aspen to have dinner with his mother. It was Saturday night and I’d again left the library early, leaving it in the hands of a volunteer so I would have time to come home and get ready.
It also had to do with the fact that it had been nearly three weeks since Malachi got out of the hospital and even though in every way he was a normal kid, so far as interacting with Jarot and Robbie in a (somewhat) healthy way, he still hadn’t spoken a word (this being the unhealthy part of how he interacted with Jarot and Robie).
Now even the psychologist was concerned. Everyone was. Even Chace couldn’t hide his concern. Malachi was communicating a lot more, this being writing things down on a notepad. But he wasn’t talking.
My dither further had to do with the fact that Chace and I had been together over six weeks and even though all that was good, no, fraking great, he hadn’t shared his “dark” with me. We were cool. We were awesome. But that bomb was always below the surface and I never knew when the fuse would be lit and it would blow.
And my dither had to do with the fact that last week, Chace’s temper boiled over again. But this time, luckily, it wasn’t directed at me.
It had to do with the fact that he finally tracked down and confronted the President of the City Council, Cesar Moreno about what was going on at the library and why Moreno was avoiding him.
I knew Cesar and his family, we weren’t great friends but everyone in town knew him. He was a good guy. His wife Isabella was one of those ladies who was a lady, all class, soft spoken but still sweet and approachable. Both his boys were fantastic baseball players. He was a great City Council President. Even my Dad liked and respected him.
But when Chace found him, unfortunately, he didn’t hand Chace any bull.
What he told Chace was that he was avoiding him, and thus me since everyone in town knew I was with Chace, as he dealt with the issue “in-house”. This issue was that there was a member of the Council who wanted to close the library not because of funding issues. This was just what they were telling me to prime me just in case things got out of hand. But because there were books in the library that she deemed “inappropriate” including the Twilight series, Harry Potter (due to them having such “heathen” topics as vampires and magic) and a variety of art books what Cesar told Chace she described as having “nudie boobies”.
