Chapter 3Saturday
By 9:30, Chase had worked himself into a state. He broke two pencils and had a Band-Aid on his finger from poking it on the end of a paperclip. The house was clean, he packed some cold water in a small cooler and his beach towel sat on the top along with an additional towel to dry himself should he go into the water. Chase tried to do something with his hair but all he managed was to make it look greasy. He took another shower and left his hair flopping in his eyes as usual.
He always threatened to get a crew cut but couldn’t bring himself to do it. Well, he liked what he saw at the grocery store, don’t f**k with success.
The doorbell rang. He peeked out the blinds and saw Rowan waiting. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door.
“You’re just as cute as I remembered,”
