Page 21 of Make Me Trust Again
I hold my breath as the sound echoes inside the quiet house. I wait, listening for any sign that somebody is inside, but there is nothing.
Maybe he really isn’t home?
Just because Chase didn’t venture into town a lot didn’t necessarily have to mean he didn’t go anywhere else.
Nibbling at my lower lip, I wait some more, but the door stays firmly closed, so I try again—still nothing.
Grazing my teeth over my lip, I let it pop, a mix of relief and disappointment swirling inside of me as I shift my gaze to that table.
I guess I could leave it there so he can find them whenever he gets back.
Leaning down, I place the plate on the table, making sure it’s wrapped properly before I straighten and turn around, only to bump into a firm wall of muscles.
The impact has me stumbling back, or it would if strong fingers didn’t curl around my forearm, steadying me.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
The deep, low baritone sends a shiver running down my spine.
My heart is beating wildly as I look up into a pair of narrowed hazel eyes.
“Holy shit, Chase!” I place my hand against my chest, feeling my racing heart. “You scared me.”
His eyes fall to my mouth. His jaw clenches, his lips pressing into a tight line as he just stares at me quietly, waiting for an answer.
“I…” My tongue darts out, sliding over my lower lip as I try to regain some composure under his narrowed gaze.
Time ticks by, neither of us saying anything as we just stare at one another.
“Who’s at the— Rose?!”
Both of us pull back at the sound of Rebecca’s voice.
Her red head peeks through the doorway, her gaze moving curiously between the two of us before it finally settles on me. “What are you doing here?”
I shift my weight from one foot to the other, suddenly feeling nervous under all their attention. “Umm… I brought cookies.”
Becky’s brows lift as she looks pointedly at me. “You brought… cookies?”
“For Chase. As a thank you.”
I turn my back to them, picking up the plate and handing it to him. Chase glances at the offering but makes no move to take it from me. Instead, the frown between his brows turns even deeper.
Does he not like cookies?
Rebecca moves closer, her brows raised. “A thank you for what?”
“Nothing,” Chase mutters and glares at his sister. There is a deep crease between his brows, and I can see a muscle in hisjaw tic, but she ignores him, her sole focus on me as she waits expectantly.
“Umm… Chase helped me the other day when my tire burst and?—”
The death glare he shoots my way has me biting my tongue.
Rebecca tilts her head to the side, the corner of her mouth quirking up. “Did he now?”
“Yes, and since I went overboard on cookies yesterday, I figured I’d bring him some as a thank you. I was in town anyway, so…”
“That’s so nice of you.” Rebecca nudges her brother with an elbow. “Right, Chase?”
