“We’ll win him, Faye.”
“Yeah,” I whispered.
“Want that mouth again before I go, baby. Soft this time,” he whispered back.
“Okay,” I breathed, got up on my toes and touched my lips gently to his hoping I was doing it right.
Then I moved back.
The gentle look in his eyes told me I did it right and I felt like the queen of the world.
He lifted his lips to kiss my nose, his arms gave me a squeeze then he let me go.
He turned to the door, had it open and was walking out when I called, “It was a really good night, honey, thank you.”
He turned back to me, his beautiful blue eyes hit mine and his face was solemn.
“No it wasn’t, Faye,” he replied and my heart squeezed. Then he finished quietly, “It was a f**kin’ great one.”
At that, my heart flipped.
Chace closed the door.
I stared at it.
Then I sucked in breath.
After that, I twirled, skip-danced to my bed, flopped back on it and smiled at the ceiling.
Huge.
Chapter Seven
Hazelnut Half and Half
“’Lo honey.”
Like every morning since the first, Chace’s dick, already hard, jerked at hearing Faye’s cute, drowsy, husky voice answering the phone.
“Mornin’ baby,” he replied.
“Catch any bad guys last night?”
It was Saturday morning, a week and two days after their date at The Rooster. Their dinner at the Italian place in town the night before had been cut short when he got a callout after someone got home and found their place had been burgled.
He and Faye had had a week and a half of early morning phone calls where she was cute, sleepy, innocently sexy and oftentimes funny. A week and a half of coffee and stakeouts, watching the kid grab bags of food, water, books and other items Faye or Chace deemed he needed. They’d had a week and a half where they’d had dinner together every night, going out or eating in at Faye’s place where she cooked.
Chace was not surprised but that didn’t mean he wasn’t pleased to discover that, like the way she dressed, groomed, kept and decorated her house, she had a subtle flair with cooking.
It was stick to your ribs, no frills home cooking.
It was also exceptional.
That was, they had dinner every night except four times. One, when she went to have a pre-scheduled dinner with her Mom and Dad. Three, when she went to the gym and worked out.
One of those, he’d had to work late as well so he’d met her for a drink at Bubba’s, a place she’d never been but was greeted like a regular by Krystal and f**king Twyla, the butch waitress who put the fear of God in most men but acted like Faye was her BFF. Chace was surprised at this but started chuckling when he saw that Faye was even more startled by Twyla’s behavior. Then, just like Faye, she warmed to it and by the end of the time they were there, she and Twyla were gabbing like long lost sisters. He’d walked her home after, made out with her just inside the door and left her about eight hours before he wanted to.
Two of those nights, he left her to it. He did this to cool things down, not for her, for him.