Chapter 3
“A cleaning service?”
Chase flashed me a grin as he smoothly downshifted for the turn into the parking garage. I loved the easy way he handled the vehicle, no aggression, just a gentle confidence that made me want his hands on me instead. I swallowed hard and tore my gaze from his profile as he lifted his fob to the RFID reader. The bar lifted, and Chase maneuvered forward.
“Is that so hard to believe?” he asked.
“No. It’s just not something I’d have thought of you doing. What made you decide to open a cleaning service?”
Conversation had been so plentiful during dinner that it surprised me we hadn’t talked about what he did for a living until now. I stared in silence for a good minute as he parked in his designated spot. He turned off the engine, then touched my arm.
“Stay
