Page 193 of Make Me Trust Again
I let out a strangled sound at the idea of Kyle on a horse, all on his own. Chase’s head lifts, his eyes zeroing in on me across the room. Kyle notices it, so he glances at the door.
“Mom! Look at Blaze. Isn’t he pretty? Chase taught me how to brush him.”
“I can see that. But riding him? Aren’t you a bit too small for that?”
Kyle grows taller, a frown appearing between his brows. “Chase was riding horses when he was six!”
The man in question places a hand on his shoulder. His left hand. That’s out of the brace, although the doctor clearly told him to wear it for at least a week.
“In a few days, once I take out the stitches in my arm. How about you give him a carrot?”
Kyle nods, putting the brush away and taking the carrot from Chase’s arm. The horse turns his head toward him, probably able to smell it, and reaches for it. Kyle giggles in excitement as the horse eats the carrot, so Chase gives him another one. The whole time, he stays close by, watching both of them. Always making sure Kyle is safe.
Once they’re done, Chase makes sure the horse is comfortable, his hand running gently over his back before they exit the stall. Kyle rushes past me, the dogs, who’ve been sleeping outside of the stall, following after him.
“Hey,” Chase greets, his mouth brushing against my neck. “How was work?”
“It was… interesting.” I glance at him as we make our way out of the barn. “Did you know your brother is back in town?”
“About that…” Chase rubs at the back of his neck. “He was waiting for us when we got back home with the horses and asked if he could crash at the house until he finds something of his own. He’ll be sleeping on the couch, but I figured if we can get you guys moved into my place, he can take the cottage?”
“Yes, of course.” I wiggle my brows. “Eager to get me into your bed, Williams?”
Chase’s eyes darken, his hungry gaze scanning over my face. “Always.”
“Do I get to pick out my room?”
We turn around to find Kyle watching us intently.
“Sure. Wanna go and do it now?”
Kyle’s eyes light up.“Can I?”
“Of course. It’s your home, too.”
“Okay, let’s go.”
Kyle grabs Chase’s arm and pulls him toward the back door. I follow after them, listening to Kyle chatter, and we go through the kitchen and up the stairs. Chase opens every door and shows him each of the rooms. Some are still clearly in the process of being remodeled, but Kyle settles on one that’s almost move-in ready.
“This one. Green’s my favorite color.”
“This one used to be my old room.”
That makes my son even happier.“I want this one. When can I move in?”
Chase chuckles softly.“When you pack your stuff, and we get you some furniture.”
“Can I decorate it?”
“I don’t see why not. It’s your room.”
Kyle throws himself at Chase, who catches him without a problem. “Thank you, Chase.”
Pulling back, he taps his leg to call the dogs. “Let’s go, we have to pack.”
Chase shakes his head, his eyes meeting mine as he crosses the room.
“I guess that means we’re packing?”
