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KARA
Chase disappears for a few minutes, and then comes back into the kitchen, holding his car keys. “Ready?”
I’ve already finished my bottle of water and tossed it in the recycle basket he has beside the trash can. “I am.”
Chase leads the way, and I follow him out the front door to his car. Like every other time, he opens the door for me, and then goes straight over to the driver’s side to get in. He sure does make it hard to hate him, even if he is my jailor.
We ride in silence the short distance it takes to get from his house down the long driveway to the winery and bistro. The parking lot is full of cars, but Chase pulls around to the back of the building and stops abruptly, making me jolt forward.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, looking out the window and all around us.
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