Page 62 of Chase Lovett Wants Me

“Thanks, man.”

We head for the south entrance, which means we have to pass Barbie and Annabelle and some of their crew. They glare daggers at me. I ignore them.

Chase frowns in their direction. They all turn their backs. “Do you know what that’s about?”

“They were being rude during the game.”

“Rude how?” The doors slide open and we step out into the cold night.

I shrug. I don’t want to make this more of a thing. Or for Chase to turn around and confront them in a public place like the arena. He can’t fight my battles for me.

We make it twenty feet before he grabs my hand and comes to a stop. We’re in the middle of a wind tunnel. My hair whips around my face.

“Rude how, Cammie?” Chase asks, more insistent this time.

“They were being mean girls.”

His jaw tics. “What did they say?”

I sigh. “They called me a loser and said some generally not-nice things.” They seriously know how to hit where it hurts. It’s like they have a sixth sense for weaknesses and they dig right in.

“I’ve had enough of their crap.” He takes two long strides back toward the arena.

I rush around in front of him and put my hands on his chest. “Do not make me lay you out. Especially not on cement.”

His right eye twitches and his nostrils flare.

I arch a brow.

“Fuck, you’re hot.” He runs a rough hand through his hair. “It’s not cool that they were chirping you.”

“I know. And I dealt with it. You can’t fight my battles for me, Chase.”

“People can be such assholes, though.”

“Agreed. But you going in there and sticking up for me won’t change anything.” I pat his chest. “My insecurities are mine, Chase. Only I can deal with them.”

He captures my hand and kisses the palm. “I’m really fucking proud of you.”

“I am pretty proud of me, too.”

He pulls me into him and folds me in his arms. “Let’s go home and celebrate.”

“With sex, right? That’s what you mean?”

“Yes, Cammie. That’s exactly what I mean.”

CHAPTER 23

CHASE

“Ineed to talk to you guys about something important.” I nab an extra chair and plunk myself down across from Gage, Brody, and Mac.

Gage mumbles something around a massive bite of burger.

“You look stressed,” Mac observes.

“Everything okay?” Brody’s already on alert.

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