Chapter Twenty-Four
“You didn’t say two words all through dinner,” Chase said. He had rested his hands on Rose’s shoulders where she was sitting outside in the dark on the back deck. She’d needed a minute to sort out her feelings about Chase, Billy Jo, and the fact that she was out there and couldn’t hide anymore.
She could feel the moment he was going to pull away, and she reached back and rested her hands over his, feeling his wrists, just holding on. She didn’t want him to pull away. There was something about his touch that was grounding. Then he stepped around her and sat in the chair opposite her. With a little tug, she was up and slipped onto his lap, his arm around her, her head resting on his shoulder. He made it so easy.
This was nice. She’d never believed she’d feel a man’s ar
