No, no, I didn’t want to know. Chace could be sweet or quiet or soft and then he’d switch off, go remote, get mean or walk away.
I wasn’t going to go there. Not again.
So I went somewhere else.
“I know you find it hilarious that Dobie Gray moves me but, for your information, life is pretty crazy right now. Not to mention I’m worried about some kid I don’t know, like super worried so even the littlest thing might set me off. Including Dobie Gray.”
This, of course, was me defending my reaction to a lie I’d told him about a song I wasn’t listening to, but I thought it was my best course at that moment.
It was, I would find, not.
His brows drew together and he asked, “Life is pretty crazy?”
Fabulous.
More proof lying got you into trouble in a variety of ways.
“Yes,” I answered, luckily not a lie, and said no more.
“Your life?” he enquired, sounding incredulous. I shifted my booty in my seat and squared my shoulders all while I watched Chace shift slightly up in his. His eyes lit and he muttered, “Christ, here we go. Backbone.”
At his mutter, I got it.
And it irritated me.
Therefore, I snapped, “Is it that surprising I have a backbone?”
“Well… yeah.”
“Why?” I kept snapping.
“Baby,” he said softly and gave me another baby and it was soft so I felt my heart skip, “you live in a book.”
I ignored my reaction to him calling me baby and replied, “I might do that but I still live and to live, walk, talk, breathe, eat, you have to have a backbone.”
“I think, pretty much, of all of that, you need it just to walk,” he returned, lips tipped up again. He was teasing me again, I liked it again but still, I felt myself glaring.
I was uncertain if I’d ever glared at anyone who wasn’t related to me.
But I was certain I was glaring at Chace Keaton right then.
“Are you making fun of me?” I asked sharply.
“No,” he answered, his lips still tipped up.
“Then why are you grinning?”
“’Cause you’re cute and you’re cuter when you get pissed though that’s debatable since you’re cute a lot.”
Now I was cute?
What was going on?
I felt my brows snap together and I asked, “Do you have multiple personalities?”
“Not that I know of,” he answered instantly.
“I suggest you get checked out,” I shot back then watched as he threw back his head and laughed.