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“That’s a good one,” I tell him, leaning in to plant a kiss on his cheek.
He smiles as I hear flapping. I turn to see Polly fly in, and he lands on the edge of the sofa next to Chase.
“Hey, buddy.”
“Rawrr…feed me,”Polly squawks.
Chase turns to me for an answer.
“See if he likes the cookie,” I reply.
Chase hands Polly a piece of a fortune cookie. Polly takes it in his claw and starts munching on it, leaving little crumbs all over the arm of the sofa. I’m not entirely sure Polly’s actually eating any of it.
Chase grabs his chopsticks as Polly jumps on his shoulder happily. “Look at us being one happy little family,” Chase announces.
I wonder if this could be our new normal.
Can we actually be ahappy little family?
Me, Chase, and Polly?
Right now, I’m starting to think so, and it feelsreallygood.
All I can hope is that it stays this way because now that I have had a taste of something so freaking amazing, I don’t want anything to come between us or jeopardize it.
Is it worth the risk?
Only time will tell.
Chapter Fourteen
LYRIC
Four Months Later
November
The past four months have flown by. Mainly because everything is so freaking great, I can’t even express how much I love my life right now.
Love and Lavender is booming. Polly’s eating his fruit because Chase spends most of his nights here. And Chase and I are doing so well, evenIthink we’re disgustingly adorable.
Life. Is. Bliss.
Chase and Rory get along so well that their banter is just as good as Chase’s and mine. But of course, I still think he prefers a good sparring match with me any day. I do question him onhis friends and why I haven’t met them yet, but he continues to tell me he’d rather spend his time with me. I guess that’s sweet and all, a little strange maybe, but if he wants to focus on me, then perhaps that’s positive. Though I really would like to meet some of them and get to know them like he has mine.
Maybe he doesn’t have any?Now that is a concerning thought.
Chase gets busy with work at times, and it feels like the divorce detective industry is booming these days. It’s sad that women have to resort to that. Why not just talk to your husband rather than framing him? But if Chase is helping these women get what they need, then that’s a good thing, I suppose. I don’t care if he needs to be at his office during the day. All I care about is that he comes home dressed in his fine-ass suit, anddamndoes he have a fine ass in his suit.
But right now, I’m at home, it’s the weekend, and Chase will be arriving soon. He has a key to let himself in, even though I’ve never been to his house in the Hills. It’s strange, but this place has become our haven. He says it grounds him, and if I’m honest, the Hills only remind me of a life I never want to live.
My vacuum roars in the living room as I sway my hips to the latest Taylor Swift mega hit. I carry the handle for the vacuum in one hand and sing at the top of my lungs. I can’t really hear anything over the booming music, the vacuum, and my own singing voice. This is kind of a ritual for me when I do housework. I may not want to be a singer, and I don’t want to perform under grand lights or rock out to a packed stadium because singing at home by myself is fun.
Sliding the vacuum down the last line of the living room, I hit the chorus of the song, dancing to my own rhythm. I turn off the vacuum, pull it upright, and spin around to head for the kitchen. Holy mother of God! I jump nearly a foot in the air, grabbing at my chest when I see a shadow leaning against the hall wall. A small scream escapes my lips as I almost fall over backward in fright.
Chase is watching me.
He wears a smug grin, like catching me mid-performance is the highlight of his day, and all that does is make him so freaking handsome. With his arms crossed and a relaxed confidence about him, he looks as though watching me is his favorite pastime. “It’s just me, Starlight.” He silences the music with that effortless smoothness he’s made his own.
