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“Chase!” I shout out.
“Jude!” he says in return, but he’s smiling.
I’m not.
“What’s up?” he asks. “What are you…”
“Chase, dear. I’m in the sitting room with Callum. Jude was being a dear and checking on him for me.”
I stare at the center button of Chase’s collared shirt. He must have just come from the office.
“Of course, she was. As is her way,” he says with a smile.
“That’s exactly what I said.”
Chase beams. God, he looks so happy. I don’t deserve him. “I was just stopping by for a cup of tea, Gram.”
“Your timing is perfect. Since Jude can’t join me. I’ll put the kettle on.”
“Um, if you’ll excuse me –” I dart around Chase, unsure what to say or how to get out of this situation. I just need to get out of here.
However, he follows after me. Of course, he does. He’s so fucking perfect he makes me want to scream. “Where are you going?”
“I have a thing I have to get to,” I say without turning to look at him.
“A thing?”
“Yeah, you know, wedding things. So many things to do, so –” I reach into my purse and start to root around for my keys. “Fuck, where are they –”
Chase appears at my side. Right in my periphery. I can’t bring myself to look at him.Find the keys, get out of here. “Are you feeling okay?”
I don’t reply.Where are the fucking keys?
“Jude –”
His hand lands against my lower back and I let out a half-scream half-laugh, jumping away from him, out of my skin. “Please don’t touch me right now.”
Chase looks, understandably, bewildered. None of this is his fault. Well, it is in a roundabout way. But he couldn’t have possibly expected a chance encounter with me mid-panic attack.
“I’m – I’m –”Breathe, Jude.“This isn’t a PCOS thing. Just so you know.”
“Okay,” he says.
“This is like a Jude being Jude thing.”
He blinks at me.
“So, I’m just going to find my keys and… go.”
“Did I do something?” Chase asks, furrowing his brow.
I shake my head. “No. No, this is –”
“If I did, you could tell me.”
My hands are starting to shake. “Chase, this isn’t because of you, this is because of me. So –”
“You’re shaking. Why – what’s going on?”
