waiting in the drawer.
“Thanks,” Andie said, taking her things, and by the time she had put everything in her purse and looked up, she could only see their backs as the four of them turned the corner and down the opposite street.
She inhaled slowly, a smile lighting her lips.
She didn’t know who that woman was. She had no idea if it was a friend from the office, or a casual acquaintance, or a love interest. But it didn’t matter.
He had been the Colin she remembered. He looked great. He looked healthy.
He was laughing.
She smiled again as she blinked back the moisture in her eyes before it fell, pulling out of the bank’s parking lot and onto the road that would bring her home.
A little while later, she pulled into her parking space, her stomach fluttering as she saw Chase’s car next to hers. He was early.
She jogged up the stairs quickly and swung the door open; he was lying on her couch reading a book, and when he heard her come in, he brought it down just enough to reveal his eyes over the top of it.
She could tell by the shape of them that he was smiling.
In a second she was across the room, and he tossed the book to the floor just as she leapt onto the couch, wrapping her arms around him and immediately putting her mouth on his.
He laughed against her lips and pulled back slightly. “Well, hello there.”
“Hi,” she whispered, kissing him again, softer this time, and he responded in kind.
“You started without me?” she asked.
“Not by much,” he said as Andie sat up, and he reached down to grab the book he had dropped. The Guide to Literary Agents.
Chase had been amazing throughout the entire process. When Andie finally decided she was ready to take the plunge and start attempting to market her book, he spent two hours at the bookstore with her that first day, finding and buying every piece of literature that existed for aspiring authors. And then he spent the next couple of days helping her sort through all of the information.
He had come up with the plan of finding and querying two agents a week; his thought was that only doing two at a time made the process seem less overwhelming, plus that way she could take the time to research the people and find those who would be the best match for her.
Every night since then, he’d helped her with her homework, as he playfully called it. He would look through the book of agents, reading up on various ones, giving her the names and stats of those who sounded like they’d be interested in what Andie had to offer, and then she’d pull up the agency’s site on the computer, researching them further and discussing them with him.
His encouragement was vital, his help invaluable, his unfailing support like air to her.
“Got anyone for me yet?”
“Actually, yeah,” he said, taking the book from her and flipping back a couple of pages. “This one. Leslie Melden. She’s with the Feller Literary Group. It says here she’s looking for new authors in contemporary fiction. She’s got an impressive clientele list. And apparently this agency houses Lara Heady.”
Andie gasped. “Okay, I’m on it,” she said, leaning over and pecking his lips a few times in quick succession, causing him to laugh again.
“You’re very exuberant tonight,” he said as Andie hopped off the couch and practically skipped into her bedroom to get her laptop.
“Am I not usually?” she asked, reappearing and plopping down on the couch next to him as she powered up the computer.
“No, you are. But tonight, you’re exceptionally exuberant.”
She laughed; exuberant didn’t even come close to describing how she felt. She was exhilarated. Part of it was being next to Chase, which always made her happy, and then of course there was the secret she had planned, the excitement of his upcoming surprise. Not to mention seeing Colin earlier.
She grinned over at Chase, feeling the elation flow steadily through her.
“You just have that effect on me.”
Chase winked at her before he said, “Okay, quiet down now. Homework time.” He picked up the book and began flipping through the pages, his expression studious, and she laughed as she pulled up the website for the Feller Agency and began reading.
About a half hour later, when Andie was finishing up her query letter, Chase shifted on the couch beside her, sitting up to play with her hair.
“So,” he crooned, “are you gonna tell