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“I’m exhausted. I’m going to turn in.” Brenda nods as I walk past.
I go through my nightly routine, change, and get into bed. Even though my body is screaming for dreamland, my mind won’t let me sleep. I lie awake and stare at the ceiling.
What a crazy day this has been. Psycho ex-boyfriend stalking me, drop dead sexy Harvard grad saving me then making my favorite dinner. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say Brenda had a hand in his menu choices.
Chase is so beautiful, and I want to get to know him better but I need to talk to Evan and get him out of my system first. I can still see him standing in front of me begging me to take him back. I don’t understand. There must have been something wrong with our relationship, or why would he have cheated? I need to know why, and then I’ll be able to move past this. I drift off to sleep thinking about dances and soft kisses.
At nine on the button, there is a knock at the door. I’m the closest so I open it. There he stands. Oh. Fucking. My. Dressed to impress. He has on a button up light blue Brooks Brother’s shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a pair of blue and yellow plaid Tommy Hilfiger cargo shorts, topping it off with a pair of khaki Uggs flip-flops. I feel underdressed in a pair of denim shorts and a white tank top. Brenda rushes past both of us and out the door.
“I’ll be right back,” she says as she passes us. “My veggies and stuff arrived this morning. Going to get them.”
“Do you need help?” Chase asks as she’s running down the walk.
“No, but thanks, I have the cart. I’ll be back in ten minutes.” And she’s gone.
“Well don’t just stand there,” I say. “Come in.” He steps in, and I close the door behind him. “While we wait for Bren to get back, we can get a head start.”
He follows me into the kitchen, I’m sure not knowing what I’m talking about. I reach into the refrigerator and pull out a pitcher of orange juice. He gives me a questioning look. “Mimosas¸” I announce with a giggle.
He smiles his jaw-dropping beautiful smile that makes my heart melt and takes a seat at the counter. I grab the bottle of Andre’s behind me. You can’t use a good bottle of champagne for Mimosas. I grab an empty pitcher and pour in the entire bottle of champagne. I add just enough color with the orange juice to make the mixture very light yellow. “I like my Mimosas strong. If you want to add more OJ, I’ll leave room in your glass.”
“No, I prefer it the same way.” He cocks his head to one side, stroking his lower lip between his thumb and index finger. It’s very distracting. I turn back to the task at hand. I grab two champagne glasses and pour.
“Here’s to another gorgeous day,” I declare.
“Yes. Gorgeous,” he purrs. His gaze is steady on me, and his sexy smile is amused, like he has a secret. And right on cue, I blush scarlet. He takes a sip, his eyes never leaving mine.
We sit and stare at each other, sipping our Mimosas.
“Can someone give me a hand?” a voice yells from outside. That was quick. I get up to peek out the front door to see the damage she has done. Jeez, look at all of that food! There’s enough food to feed us for weeks. That’s what I get for not paying attention to Brenda when she was ordering. Chase and I go outside to help unload the cart, which is overflowing.
We bring all the bags into the kitchen and start unloading the obscene amount of food that Bren purchased. “I don’t think there’s enough room in the fridge,” I say sarcastically.
“Well, I guess we’ll have to remove the beer,” she quips back.
I roll my eyes at her. “No, I’ll make room,” I mutter under my breath. Shaking my head in disapproval, I start to rearrange the refrigerator. Chase stands over me trying very hard not to laugh. He fails miserably, as I can see the corners of his mouth turning up into a smile. “Could you pour Brenda a Mimosa? I know she needs one after this.”
He nods and grabs the empty glass I have on the counter.
We finish unpacking all of the bags, and there are vegetables I have never even seen before. Brenda grabs the frying pan and the eggs. “Omelets okay?”
“I don’t know. What are you putting in them?”
“Oh, stop it. Just eat what I put in front of you. Christ, you’re like a child. You’ll like it.” She grins.
“Fine. Doesn’t matter what I say anyway,” I grumble. Wow, I am like a child.
“I’m sure whatever you make, it will be delicious,” Chase smiles at Brenda, all the while not taking his eyes off me. I narrow my eyes at him, and his smile gets bigger. I shake my head.
“Yes, whatever you make will be delicious.” I am resigned.
“Did you decide what you’re doing later?” he asks me.
“I’m not sure yet.” I look over at Brenda, and she’s in her own little culinary world. Mixing and chopping. I can smell bacon frying. Ugh, those eggs look awfully green. “Maybe drinks at the Casino after dinner. There are s
ome things I need to do around here this afternoon.” I had planned on listening to my voicemails today and maybe calling Evan. I take a long sip of my champagne until I can see the bottom of the glass. “Need a refill?” I ask.
“Sure.”
