I'M NOT FALLING FOR HIS “FAKENESS.”
BELLA
The moment I step out of the house, cold morning air brushes against my skin.
We're both dressed for something athletic, though Ava has refused to tell us exactly what today's activity is.
Which means she's planning something.
Again.
I tug at the hem of my black cropped athletic top and adjust the strap of my gym bag.
Across the driveway, Chase emerges from the house. He's putting on black joggers and a black compression shirt.
The fabric stretches across broad shoulders and arms that look carved from years of training. Unfortunately, my eyes notice that before my brain can stop them.
I immediately look away.
The last thing I need is to start noticing things about Chase Carter.
The bus ride is filled with crew members whispering and adju
