Page 66 of Chasin’s Surrender

“Now.”

Chasin dropped his lips back to hers, the feather-light brush pulled another low hum from Genevieve and he smiled.

“Later, baby. Bobby’s downstairs.”

And as if uttering Bobby’s name was magic, there she was.

“Oopsie,” Bobby muttered, and his eyes sliced to her. “Um. I’m really sorry. Your phone’s been vibrating like crazy and there’s people downstairs who’d like to talk to you.”

That was all it took for the sex-fueled haze to dissipate and alarm to seep in.

“You let someone in the house?” he asked.

“Yeah…”

“Fuck!” He pulled away from Genevieve.

Chasin wasn’t sure who he was pissed at more; himself for leaving his phone on the kitchen table then getting so lost in Genevieve he didn’t hear the door, or at Bobby for stupidly opening it.

“You shouldn’t have answered it,” he barked and started for the door. “Both of you, stay up here.”

“I’m not dumb,” Bobby defended herself. “I only opened it because they’re old as the hills, and seriously—”

“Come again?”

“They’re old.”

Dread hit Chasin’s chest.

Goddammit.

He knew before he hit the bottom of the stairs who’d come calling.

And when his eyes landed on his mother, that dread turned to ice.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he growled.

His father flinched, his mother went straight to smug.

“We thought since our only son has been too busy to come visit us, we’d come to him.”

Chasin heard his phone clattering on the table, and moved in that direction, ignoring his mother’s complaint that he was being rude.

“Yeah,” he answered.

“Fucking hell,” Nixon complained. “Been trying to warn you those two parasites were coming up the lane.”

“Oh my God. Are you Vivi Rush?” Chasin heard his mother’s excited shout.

Fucking, fucking, hell.

“Guess I’m too late,” Nix surmised.

“My fault. I didn’t have my phone on me,” Chasin answered as he watched Genevieve and Bobby walk down the stairs.

After he got rid of his parents, he was having a chat with Genevieve about following directions.

“I’m on my way,” Nix said.