CHASE - Volume Two (The CHASE Series Book Two) Read Online Free PDF

exciting part of meeting someone new, someone you think you might be able to see yourself with, even if it wasn’t for the rest of your life or anything close to that. To know about their history, trials, tribulations, and everything bad and good that shaped them into the person they are today, the person who can make your stomach tickle with the faintest stare or smile.
    “How often do you go back?” I asked, as he told me about his home, where he grew up.
    “I try for once a year, unless I’m doing business close enough nearby. There isn’t much to do out there, though,” he said.
    “Do you visit any old friends or anything? Do they all still live out there?” I asked.
    “Not all of them, but most. It seems as though most of them settled into everyday blue-collar life. They all married one another, had some kids, some did some prison time, and others have fallen on very hard times. It’s difficult, though, going to visit them. I only have one or two people who I know like me the way they did back then. Most of them just see me now as a walking check who can get their car fixed or pay their electricity bill,” he said.
    “That must be rough, knowing that people only want you because of what you can do for them, and not because you’re their true friend. Is that why you don’t go out there more often?”
    “I think so. I love seeing family and close friends, the ones I actually have, but the negatives far outweigh the positives. My family also doesn’t like coming out here. They think I live in a museum and are afraid to even be here. It’s like they think everything is made of glass and they’ll break it. It’s a far cry from old farmhouses and cracking, pothole-ridden roads.”
    “Well, for what it’s worth, I don’t care about what you have. I just like being around you,” I said.
    “Thank you. That means a lot,” he said, reaching across the table and grabbing my hand.
    Our bowls of food were half eaten, a little bit of everything sampled, both of our stomachs full, mine near capacity. With all of the talking we did, I ended up grazing for over an hour, slowly eating different types of food, not realizing that it was more than I would ever usually eat. I guess getting wrapped up in a good conversation with somebody can do that to you.
    We got up, Chase insisting we just leave the dishes on the table and he’d get to them later. With the giant folding doors still open, we walked over to his couch overlooking the giant patio, the light breeze drifting into the room, causing us to grab a large, slate gray blanket he had draped over the couch to keep ourselves warm. I got closer and he put his arm around me, my head drifting to his shoulder, cuddling up to him with no plans to go away.
    It was magical, sitting here with him, not saying a word and yet having a thousand of them said at the same time. We didn’t always need to talk to have a good time together. We were on the same page. I knew it.
    My hand found his under the blanket, our fingers lacing together. I felt my breathing get shallow and my heart rate increase as I bit my lower lip, wondering how I got so lucky to be here right now. I wanted to kick for myself for almost not even allowing this to happen. I could’ve lost out on this moment, on his couch, looking out at that view with him.
    As the night seemed to not be able to get any more spectacular, he looked over at me, my head coming up and looking into his eyes. They looked calm, cool, and collected. They were soft, his old glares and piercing stares gone like they were never even there in the first place.
    He leaned in, his eyes closing as he got closer, before his lips pressed against mine, and my eyes closed, my night now complete. One second turned into two, into three, and so on. Our lips didn’t lose their grip on another, though slightly parting every so often to allow us to gasp for air like we were aboard a quickly sinking ship. His tongue drifted into my mouth, meeting