This was why I came back not only with an outfit that even I thought was fan-freaking-tastic to go out with Chace in but also four other bags of clothes, shoes and (it made me blush but that didn’t mean I didn’t hope it wouldn’t eventually come in handy), sexy undies and nightgowns.
They were having the time of their lives and I did too. I didn’t know shopping could be such a blast. But with those two, it totally was.
Now I was home, unwinding, trying to read at the same time wondering if Chace liked dogs and/or cats. Since Holly didn’t mind pets, I’d been thinking now for months about getting one or the other. This was what was on my mind when my phone rang.
It was the house phone again so I twisted, grabbed the handset from the charger by the couch, beeped it on and put it to my ear.
“Hello?”
“Hey baby.”
My bent knees fell to the back of the couch, I felt my eyelids go half-mast and I licked my lips.
Yes, all this from a greeting.
“Hey Chace,” I whispered. “Having fun?”
“It’s a game, honey, not a parade.”
My head cocked to the side at his words and tone and I asked, “That isn’t fun?”
“Not when my team is losing.”
“Oh,” I muttered then enquired, “Who’s your team?”
He hesitated and I heard sounds in the background of a TV clearly on a sporting event before he replied, “The Nuggets, Faye.”
Right, of course.
“Basketball,” I mumbled.
“Yeah, honey. Football’s done in January.”
I was still mumbling when I replied, “I heard something about that somewhere.”
His team losing grouchiness faded and I knew this when I heard his chuckle.
“You could be watching the Avalanche,” I pointed out.
“Avs are on the road. West coast. Deck’s tapin’ it. That’s next.”
“Oh,” I whispered then, “Long night of male camaraderie.”
“Deck doesn’t break out the beer, dip and brownies unless there’s serious shit to watch.”
I was with Deck. All that effort should be for something.
“Deck sounds interesting,” I noted.
“Yeah, he is and every breathing female thinks the same thing.”
A small, short giggle escaped me and I asked, “Pardon?”
“The amount he gets means he’s either a good-lookin’ guy or he’s got the ability to hypnotize women that’s undetectable but highly successful though the purposes he uses it for are nefarious.”
“Ah,” I replied through a smile, “breaking that down, he’s hot.”
“I can’t make that call but I’m a detective so evidence suggests this is true.”