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Then for some crazy reason his pristine attire reminded her of things she would probably miss in this life. Things she’d lost forever when she left the human world behind. Things like going to the prom or those silly Valentine’s dances. Getting a corsage and posing for those stupid pictures in front of some wall of flowers.
She hadn’t thought she’d wanted those things, but seeing Chase looking so sophisticated in his suit, she wished she’d been given the choice. Wished it wasn’t wrong for her to want to run her fingers under that suit coat and feel the six-pack and ripples of muscles. She wished her father’s trial wasn’t preventing her from finding something close to happiness.
After another head-to-toe glance of the man in black, she felt underdressed in her jeans and powder blue scoop-neck blouse. Still standing with the door open, she considered dashing in and changing into her black pants.
“Don’t you leave without telling me who Cindy is!” Miranda called out from her bedroom.
Okay, nothing wrong with jeans.
Della shut the door with a little more force than needed. If Chase’s half-assed smile and arched brow were any indication, he’d heard the witch.
It was a friggin’ great start to her day.
* * *
Cindy? So Della had mentioned their conversation to her friend, huh? From what little bit he knew about girls with their friends, having her mention him was much more desirable than not mentioning him.
Which was the reason I was upset that she’d mentioned Steve to her human friend.
He pushed that thought aside and decided to focus on the positive and not his idiotic jealousy. He was spending the entire day with Della.
The positive also being his final conclusion about what she’d said last night. He heard her voice in his head: We aren’t talking about love, Chase. He planned to talk to her about that, too.
He watched her stand at the door in a bit of a stupor and noted the way she eyed him. He’d felt kind of ridiculous dressed in the suit, but Della’s appreciative gaze changed that.
“Good morning,” he said, standing a little taller.
“Morning,” she said, no doubt purposely leaving off the good.
“You’re not going to say anything?” he asked.
“About?”
“My suit?”
“It fits you,” she said.
He almost laughed. “Burnett wants to see us in his office before we take off.” He waited for her to move down the steps.
“Does he have news?”
“He said it wasn’t earth-shattering.”
Frowning, she shut the door and moved down the steps, all the while working hard to ignore him—and, yeah, he could tell she was doing that. And while she did that, he worked hard to study her, without it being obvious.
Right away he noted the dark lines circling her eyes. Those light half-moons were almost hidden by her long bottom lashes, but he noticed. And he’d known her long enough to know it was a sure sign of a sleepless night.
He probably hadn’t slept much better, but he didn’t wear the evidence like she did.
Had she been thinking about him?
“I brought the addresses to the stores,” Della said.
“I think that’s part of what Burnett wants to talk about,” Chase said, in a small way dreading telling him about Pope and what he’d learned.
When they got to the office, Chase bolted up the steps and opened the door for Della.
She rolled her eyes at his act of chivalry.
