Page 82 of Chasin’s Surrender

Not one of his sexy, turned-on growls, but a very pissed-off one.

“Come on, after all the shit you gave me.” Weston chuckled again.

“Weston,” Silver snapped again and jerked her head in my direction. Weston’s gaze followed his wife’s gesture and his smile fell.

“Shit, Genevieve. I’m sorry. I wasn’t laughing at you. I swear.”

“It’s okay,” I muttered, even though I was totally embarrassed. “Let me down.” I turned and whispered to Chasin.

“No, honey. Stay right here. And he’s not laughing at you. He’s being a dick, paying me back because one time he and Silver got it on in the kitchen. And after they were done, Holden and I walked into the house and caught Weston bleaching the counter. He used so much of it, we nearly passed out from the chemical smell. We took jabs at him and gave him shit. Silver wasn’t in the room or Holden and I would’ve kept our mouths shut.”

I glanced back at Silver, whose face was now bright red, then my gaze slid to Weston and he looked properly chastised.

“It’s fine, really,” I said, feeling better that I wasn’t the butt of the joke, but still embarrassed we’d been caught.

“No, it’s not. Chasin’s right. I was being a dick. I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m sorry.”

“Yo. What’s going on?” Bobby asked when she entered the room. “Cool. Chasin’s making breakfast.”

Thank God for Bobby.

I took in her workout gear and shook my head. “You’re the only person I know who will run five miles then stuff their face with bacon,” I noted.

“I only work out so I can stuff my face with bacon. And bread and cheese and desserts and anything else I can find.”

This was true. Bobby didn’t work out because she liked it. She did it because she liked food while she also liked looking good in a bikini.

“You better hop down, baby, and get yourself some coffee so I can finish making breakfast,” Chasin said to me. Then to Weston, “Did you come over here just to ruin my morning or was there something else?”

Bobby heard Chasin’s sharp tone, then belatedly took in the vibe of the room. “What’d I miss?”

Weston looked like someone kicked his puppy, Chasin was pissed, and Silver looked mortified. On a whim, I decided to cut the tension. My day had started super awesome and I wasn’t going to let one small hiccup ruin it. Even if that hiccup was Silver and Weston busting up a seriously good make-out session after Chasin had told me he loved me, and it was embarrassing to be caught in a clinch with my lips locked on Chasin’s and my legs wrapped around his waist.

“Well, Chasin and I were goin’ at it hot and heavy and Weston and Silver caught us.” I shrugged.

“Here? Like they caught you in the kitchen?” She giggled.

“Yep. Apparently, this kitchen’s seen some action, considering Weston gave Silver the business in here, too, which led to Weston bleaching the place. The way Chasin tells the story, Weston used enough bleach to kill brain cells. We didn’t get that far so bleaching isn’t necessary, but I’ll still wipe off y’all’s counter just to be courteous.”

When I was done, two manly chuckles and two female giggles filled the room.

My cheeks were blazing but I’d accomplished my mission and everyone was smiling.

Seemed my luck had changed.

Finally.

23

Leave it to Genevieve to take Chasin from wanting to beat the hell out of his friend for embarrassing his woman to laughing his ass off.

And she’d done it between one angry thump of his heart to the next.

Genevieve jumped off the counter then shocked the shit out of Chasin. She rolled up on her toes, brushed her lips against his, and muttered, “Do you need a refill?”

“No, baby.”

She held his stare for a beat then smiled and moved the coffee pot. Chasin turned the stove back on to restart breakfast, now feeding five instead of two. He was thinking about the fact he’d been so lost in the moment with Genevieve he hadn’t heard Weston come in. He also hadn’t heard him approach, and that shit was dangerous. Weston could’ve been anyone, he could’ve been the sick freak who was stalking Genevieve, and Chasin wouldn’t have heard him until it was too late.