Chapter Thirty-Five
Rose could hear the girls chatting in the living room. The door was open a c***k, and the TV was on. Claudia was a great kid—smart, witty, pretty—and she and Billy Jo had covered almost every topic, from shoes, to the weather, to school, to music videos, to boys. For the past hour they had been playing cards and laughing, showing no signs of going to bed anytime soon.
The door opened to the suite, and she heard Chase saying something to the girls before he opened the door to the bedroom. He took her in. His gaze seemed approving, considering all she had on was a cotton slip with spaghetti straps. He leaned on the door, closing it and pressing the lock.
“The girls seem to be getting along,” he said as he slipped out of his jacket and tossed it over the side chair. The
