Page 70 of Master of My Life

Chase’s arm. “But she’s finally settled in, I think.”

Damian’s smile didn’t seem entirely sincere and Chase clenched his teeth.

“Mom, I—”

“May I get you a refill?” Damian asked, nodding to the empty champagne flute in Grace’s hand.

Grace looked flustered and Chase suppressed a growl from the lion raging in his chest.

“Thank you, yes.”

Before Chase could register what happened, Damian had pulled Grace’s hand through his arm and

escorted her away. Chase stared dumbly at their retreating figures. How the hell did that happen?

There was no way he was letting his mother get involved with that man.

A heavy hand fell on his shoulder and Chase turned to see Richard standing there. “Did your

mother just walk away with Damian Sinclair?”

Chase growled. “Yes.”

Richard frowned. “Your mother is an intelligent woman. She’ll be fine.” He turned to Chase.

“Everything ready for tonight?”

Richard’s question made every other thought fly out of his mind. Chase grinned and patted his coat

pocket. “Yes.”

“Good.” Richard nodded. “It will be a busy few weeks.”

“But worth it.”

The lights flickered, indicating it was time to head into the theater. He located his mother across

the room, laughing with Damian. He strode over to them and forced a smile. “Mom, it’s time to go

inside.”

To his horror, Damian’s seats were near their own. Chase glared at the red velvet stage curtain.

“Chase, what’s wrong?” his mother asked softly, tugging at his arm.

Chase sighed and relaxed his arms. “I don’t like that man.”

“Damian?”

He gave a curt nod.

“He’s harmless. And young.”

“He’s in his forties.”

“Chase, do you really think I’m interested in dating, anyone? He’s charming and easy to talk to.

That’s all.” She put her hand on his arm. “Don’t worry about me, please.”

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