Mackenzie
NOW I UNDERSTOOD. HE was doing it for my grandmother. Not that it wasn’t a nice gesture. Part of me had hoped he’d volunteered to do it for other reasons. I had to admit, even though Chase was moody, he had a sweet side to him. Not to mention that when he smiled, he had the cutest dimple on the lower right side of his face, which I hadn’t noticed before.
Chase started the engine and backed out of the driveway.
“I have some bad news,” he said, sounding irritated. “You’re not going to like it.”
My stomach filled with dread. “What is it?”
He told me about his conversation with Bruce.
“So, now I can’t prove that I wasn’t the person who keyed your car?” I muttered angrily. “Great. Why does this not surprise me? I feel like everyone, and everything, is against me.””
“Don’t worry
