Watching Amber, it was difficult not to feel a sudden, blooming affection for her. Olivia had been right when she had said that Chase would find Amber amusing. She was, and she was attractive too. But this was something else. Something new. Something he hadn’t felt since Violet.
He was suddenly looking at Amber in a new way, not as an easy mark or a quick hookup, but as a genuinely beautiful person. Someone to be admired. Adored.
“Come to dinner with me tonight to celebrate,” he found himself saying. He wasn’t being as over-the-top flirtatious as before. This, he meant genuinely.
“I don’t need something like that,” she said. “I’m only doing my job.”
“I insist, Amber,” Chase said. “You’ve done so much for me. Hells, here you are giving me my life back.”
Amber considered a moment. “Fine
