Chase's blue eyes fill with concern.
It's familiar—he's been worried about me so many times—but it's different too.
This isn't anolder brothertask. It's not anolder brother's friendtask. It's not a small errand.
Sure, I'm not askinghimto get me pregnant—
Though…
"Can I think about it?" His eyes stay trained on me.
I try to read him. To figure out if this is a probably or a probably not. But I can't. I'm not good at reading people and Chase is a brick wall.
I guess I only have one choice.
I can tell him what I need. He can accept it or not. "Twenty-four hours."
"We're negotiating?"
"I only have four months. And I… I'll be fertile in twenty-one days."
A chuckle falls off his lips.
"What?"
"Nothing." His laugh gets louder. Bigger. Big enough to light up his eyes.
"Something."
"You're matter-of-fact."
"There's a short window. Six days. I need to find someone by the first of those. He needs to be available every day."
His smile spreads over his cheeks.
"What?"
"You're just… you're Ariel."
"Who else would I be?"
"It's perfect."
"So you'll—"
"Sleep on it." He offers me his hand.
I shake. "Twenty-four hours."
He nods. "Twenty-four hours."
* * *
Forest and Chasehave their private conversation. Return with their typicalI'm an impenetrable badassstares.
Wes teases me about my glasses. And my all black outfit. And my non-fiction book.
He even hints I'm too good for Chase, that I can do better than someone so brooding and miserable. (Ridiculous. Chase is crazy, stupid hot).