Page 26 of His Last Chase

“They hit the road in a couple of weeks for four months. No break until October after Rocktoberfest. How are you going to handle the distance and time apart?” My friend was far too astute and foresaw by biggest challenge—being away from my boy.

I sat back and released a heavy sigh. “Great question. I’ve been alone for a long time but now that I have the boy I’ve always wanted it’ll be really fucking hard.”

“Well, Cecilia and the girls and I are here for you. But damn am I proud of those boys. They had a dream and put all they had into it, and it paid off. I’ve always had a soft spot for metal so thatproud dad cap you see on my head is laden with it.” Richard was a fantastic friend, father, and husband.

“I feel you, my friend. I’m damn proud of them, too.” I was but it was so much easier when my relationship wasn’t involved. But I’d be damned if my feelings would ever hamper Chase’s success.

With ten minutes to spare, I made it to my next class. As the students funneled in I set up the day’s syllabus on the overhead screen. When I glanced up every seat in the room was filled.

That should’ve been my first clue something was afoot.

“Good afternoon, class. Appears we have a full house today.” Every set of eyes was glued to me, many I didn’t recognize from any of my classes.

That should’ve been my second clue.

“Shall we begin?” Several hands darted in the air, not what I expected.

“Yes?” I pointed to the girl closest to me.

“Professor Robinson, is it true you know Chase Prescott?”

Ah, the power of social media. Photos of Chase and I must’ve leaked.

“I don’t believe that’s part of today’s lesson plan.” I pointed to the next student.

“Is he your son?”

Definitely not a question I ever cared to hear.

“Will everyone whose question is about Chase please put your hands down.”

Every. Single. Hand. Went down.

“Now, let’s get on with today’s lesson, shall we?”

What in the hell was going on?

With that mess over, I snuck off to my office through the side door to see if I had a message from Chase I’d missed regarding this alleged leak. When I opened my office door, I walked right into a familiar wall of muscle.

I jumped back and clutched my proverbial pearls. “Sikes, you scared me half to death!”

He grunted then stepped aside and there sat my boy, smiling wide.

“You are a sight for sore eyes and now my last class makes more sense.”

“Huh?” Chase stood and I immediately drew him into my arms.

“I just got grilled by no less than twenty students on whether I knew Chase Prescott and one had the audacity to ask if you were my son.” I was still offended by that comment.

“Oh, crap. I’m sorry. I didn’t think about that, but I wanted to see you. Shoot, is there a way we can sneak out?” Poor Chase was worried and that wasn’t my intention.

“You’ll do no such thing, sweet boy. Besides, there is no way that wall of muscle could escape unnoticed.”

“Hmph,” Sikes protested and grumbled, “you’d be surprised what I can do.”

“That is by far the most words you’ve spoken in my presence.” Chase laughed at my snarky comment. “I’m so excited to see you. I just had lunch with Richard today and you were the topic of discussion.”

“That can’t be good,” Chase sighed, still snuggled in my arms. “I’m sorry.”

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