“No one?”
“Nope.”
“How can that be?” I asked.
“He doesn’t go to school?” he asked back but it was an answer.
“Oh,” I whispered, his eyes dropped to my mouth and his lips tipped up again.
I liked that.
Frak.
Before I could get my wits about me, Chace spoke. “What’s in that haul?”
“Pardon?”
He tipped his head to the library, taking another sip of coffee so I took one of mine and looked to the library.
Then I looked back at him when he asked, “Those bags by the return bin. What’s in them?”
“A new coat, hat, scarf, gloves, three pairs of wool socks, two pairs of jeans, two warm sweaters, some underwear, a pint of milk, three bottles of water, bologna, cheese, bread, a box of granola bars, three apples, bananas, a cucumber and a ginormous bar of Hershey’s chocolate,” I shared. Chace stared at me without saying a word and he did this awhile so I finished, “He won’t eat the cucumber but Dad would be disappointed in me if I didn’t add roughage.”
“Christ,” he whispered.
“Don’t start,” I commanded. “I know I shouldn’t have added the chocolate but he’s a kid. He should have a treat.”
He kept staring at me without speaking and he did this another while and he did this in a way that made me weirdly nervous. The weirdly part was that I was nervous in a good way so I did the only think I could think to do.
I kept talking.
“By the way, I’ve been thinking on things, Chace, and you chased him too.”
“What?” he asked quietly.
“Thursday night, or Friday morning… whatever. You chased him. You told me I shouldn’t but you did too.”
I got another lip tip. It made me more weirdly nervous in an even better way and he muttered, “True enough. Though, I started out chasing you.”
I felt my brows go up. “You were chasing me?”
“Yeah, I started to chase you but the way you were goin’ after him, hell bent for leather, it occurred to me you would not be best pleased I caught you and stopped you. I didn’t want to deal with that backbone of yours getting any stronger if you were denied what you wanted. Especially in the middle of the night with you in an emotional state, in the throes of dealing with hearing Dobie Gray’s undeniably kickass but, no offense to you, honey, or Dobie Gray, in my opinion not cry worthy song. It also occurred to me you would be pleased I caught the kid for you so I went after him instead.”
It occurred to me, right then, that he was teasing me. Just a little bit but he still was.
And he said straight out he went after the boy for me, which was super nice.
This made me more nervous, the good kind so, of course, I kept talking.
“Right then. Also, I will point out, when we first saw him, you put your hand to your gun. So it could be me shouting at him that terrified him. But you have to admit it could also be you not only having a gun, but putting your hand to it when you saw him. Then you chasing him and being bigger, stronger and faster than me, and, I’ll repeat, doing this in the possession of a weapon.”
“I’ll give you that too and it’d suck, I freaked the kid out but no way I’m gonna be in an alley in the middle of the night or at any time with a pretty woman, hear a crash, know an unidentified person was in the alley and not go for my gun. So, I get the chance, I’ll apologize to the kid. What I won’t do is apologize to you.”
Holy frak!
Not only was my ass now sweet, I was now a pretty woman.
What was going on?