Page 264 of The Baby Bargain
"I've been making a new one every fifteen minutes."
"That's such a waste."
"Drank everything so far."
"That must be—"
"I think I'm at nine." He pushes off the counter. Takes the mug from the table. Brings it to me.
My hands brush his as I take it. "Thank you." Fuck, it smells good. Ginger, cardamom, cinnamon, tea. "You must be bouncing off the walls." Oh, the walls.
They aren't black anymore.
They're a soft shade of purple.
Why are they purple?
He follows my gaze. "Seemed appropriate."
"But…"
"Are you gonna try that, princess?"
"I…"
"I'm still a novice chai maker, but I'm getting the hang of it."
I take a long sip. Mmm. It's spicy, sweet, rich, creamy.
"Good?" His eyes fix on me. They fill with honest vulnerability.
"Perfect." I get lost in his blue eyes. They're so pretty and deep. I want to swim in them. I want to stare until I understand him.
Will I ever understand him?
Do two people ever really understand each other? Or is it the kind of journey that takes a lifetime?
My stomach flutters at the thought of waking up next to Chase every day. Rolling over, brushing brown strands from his cheeks, watching his chest rise and fall. Teasing him about his attempts to make chai oatmeal (he never gets the spices quite right). Watching his hands move over his sketch book. Tracing the ink on his arms.
Diving deeper every day.
Understanding more every day.
Loving him more every day.
His fingers brush my forearm. "It's your blend."
"Forest stole it?"
"His idea."
A laugh escapes my lips. "Was that his entire plan?"
Chase shakes his head. "Most of it was slapping sense into me."
"Did he?"
"Hunter helped too. But… You should probably be the judge of that." His fingers curl around my forearm. He nodsfollow me.
