Chase
I LEFT WORK AT EIGHT-thirty and rushed home to shower before picking up Mackenzie. After locking up, I headed to my car and to my dismay, found Mattie parked next to my Mustang. At first I didn’t recognize the car, because it was her mom’s BMW. When I realized it was her, I groaned inwardly.
She rolled down her window and smiled at me. “Hi.”
I walked over to the Beemer. “What are you doing here?”
Mattie’s smile faltered. “I just wanted to see you.”
“You saw me at school. Look, I have things to do. I gotta go.” I knew it sounded rude, but she just wasn’t taking the hint.
“You mean you’ve got someone to meet,” she said coldly.
So, she knew about Mackenzie.
Was she stalking me?
I sighed. “It’s not like that.”
“Then what is it, Chase?”
“It’s exactly what we talked about. Us ju
