Page 25 of Beneath the Stars (Sugarlake 1)

“Okay, I won’t tell you that.”

“That is entirely unacceptable,” he tsks. “We were just becoming friends, too. It’s really a shame.”

I laugh. “Well, I don’t know what you expect me to do about it right now.”

“Next Chinese restaurant I see, we’re stopping. No matter the time or place. I’ll give your mouth the best experience of its life.”

“Please, it can’t be that good.”

“Oh, Alina… sweetheart, you just wait and see.”

His happiness is infectious, and I face forward in my seat, trying to suppress my smile. I think I quite like being around Jackson Rhoades.

We drive for another hour. There’s a giddiness in my chest as we arrive at Chase’s place. Other than the few and far between pictures he posts on Facebook, this is the first time I’ve seen where he lives. I reach in the back seat to grab my jacket. It’s too dang cold in February.

Jax walks around to open my car door, ever the gentleman. He puts out his arm, winking when I take it. “You ready to go see your man, sweetheart?”

We don’t get further than the front sidewalk before Chase’s door opens. A blonde girl steps out, pausing to speak with someone just inside the door. I stop in my tracks, pulling on Jax’s arm, confused. Do we have the wrong place?

She’s pretty. Tall and skinny with long blonde hair. Chase follows her out, and she throws her arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. Okay, not the wrong place. Flashes of our past play behind my eyes. Jealousy I haven’t felt in so long simmers beneath the surface.

Chase doesn’t wrap his arms around her, just lightly pats her on the back. His lack of response to her touch calms me. He looks up and spots us, a smile that’s only ever just for me lighting up his face. Stepping back from the blonde, he briskly approaches us. Excitement bounces around inside me, making it hard to stand still.

“Goldi,” he breathes, wrapping me in a hug, lifting me up and spinning me around. The jealousy recedes, replaced by the familiar warmth of being in Chase’s arms.

Jax waves his hand in front of our faces. “Oh hey, Chase. Nice to see you. Missed you, bro. Remember me? Jax. Chopped liver. Whatever name you prefer, really.”

Chase laughs, setting me down, keeping me tucked into his side as he gives Jax a chin nod.

The blonde girl appears beside us, her light-brown eyes focused on me. “Chase, these your friends from back home?”

“Yeah. This is my girlfriend, Alina, and my best friend, Jax. Guys, this is Lindsay. She’s in my Business and Professional Communications class. We have a study group that gets together once a week. She was just dropping off some notes.”

Lindsay plasters a smile on her face—a little too wide to be genuine, and puts out her long manicured fingers to shake my hand. “Nice to meet you. I didn’t know Chase had a girlfriend.”

My spine stiffens as my grip on her hand tightens.

Jax must sense my irritation, because he chuckles, attempting to lighten the mood. “Typical Chase, keeping the best parts of his life all to himself. The greedy bastard.”

Chase pulls me closer into his side. “The best and biggest part of my life.” He drops a kiss on my forehead. “I’ve talked about Goldi. I mentioned last week she’d be coming up to stay the weekend.”

Lindsay puts a hand up to her forehead. “Oh, that’s right. It must’ve slipped my mind. We talk about so much, it’s hard to remember all the details.”

I smirk at her. I know girls like this and can see her game from a mile away. I’m not above marking my territory. I cup Chase’s face, his stubble scratching my fingers as I pull him down to meet my lips. I linger, teasing the tip of his tongue with mine before pulling back.

“You’re the best and biggest part of me, too,” I whisper against his mouth.

He buries his face in my neck, his cold nose sending shivers down my back. “Goddamn, I’ve missed you.”

“Alright, lovebirds. What’s on the agenda for today?” Jax glances over to Lindsay. “You coming with us on the Nashville tour? Not really the best weather for it, but hey, ‘When in Rome,’ am I right?”

“No, no. I have things to do today. Like Chase said, I was just stopping by to give him a copy of my notes since he’s missing tonight’s study group.”

“Your study group meets on Friday nights?” Jax is incredulous, his face a picture of disbelief. “What the hell kind of college experience are you living, Chase? To say I’m disappointed would be a gross understatement.”

Chase lifts his head from my neck. “I’m not here to party, dumbass. I’m here to get a degree. As fast as fucking possible so I can come home to what matters.” His hands creep down low on my back, fingertips slipping under the waistband of my jeans.

The air of confidence from Lindsay’s posture deflates. That’s right hussy, you can’t touch us.

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