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Andie stared at him before she said, “The Napkin Ball Olympics?”

He laughed again as he pushed the tiny plastic cup off to the side of the table, and then he picked up his mug and quickly drained the rest of it before placing it down in the center of the table.

“There. Try it now. This is how I trained my rookie year.”

She laughed softly before she lined up her shot, tossing the paper ball easily into the mug. Her eyes flashed with triumph before she quickly reined it in and cleared her throat. “Okay, um…favorite song?”

“Wind Beneath My Wings.”

Andie laughed loudly, immediately cupping her hand over her mouth, and Chase did his best to look offended.

“I thought you weren’t going to make fun of my answer.”

“You set me up!”

“No, I didn’t. It’s an amazing song.”

She shook her head. “You are such a liar.”

Chase’s cheeks hurt with the effort to remain expressionless, and he finally broke, his grin followed by a throaty chuckle. As soon as she heard his laughter, Andie rolled her eyes. “I knew it.”

“Too many favorites to name,” he said, tearing another corner off his napkin. “Plus, it depends on my mood.”

Before she could press him further, Chase dropped his gaze to the mug and lined up his shot. It should have been a harmless question, but music was a personal thing for him; sharing his favorites always felt so intimate, like pulling out little pieces of his soul and laying them bare.

And the fact that he found himself
wanting
to have that conversation with her was enough of a red flag that he shouldn’t do it.

Chase tossed the little napkin ball into the mug easily. He glanced up at her, and she lifted her brow in challenge. She was back in one of her open moods, it seemed, and he figured he’d take advantage of the opportunity.

“Favorite thing about Colin?”

Her eyes dropped as her cheeks flushed. “I’m not gonna tell you that.”

He wasn’t even sure why he’d asked in the first place, but her reaction only served to make him more curious. He felt like he had a pretty good handle on what turned her off.

But he honestly had no idea what she was drawn to.

“Why won’t you tell me?” He leaned in conspiratorially. “Is it sex stuff?”

Andie’s cheeks went from pink to scarlet. “No!” she said abruptly, shaking her head. When the corner of his mouth lifted in a lopsided smile, she added, “No, I mean, that’s fine.
He’s
fine. At that. God,” she groaned, dropping her face into her hands.

He should have been trying to put her out of her misery, but he loved seeing her flustered. She was normally so poised, so self-assured. Watching her this way made her seem so unguarded.

He felt like he was getting a glimpse at the real her.

The waiter approached the table then, giving them their food and asking if they needed anything else. After they both declined, Chase turned toward the other end of the table and reached to grab the ketchup.

“He makes me feel safe.”

He froze with his hand on the bottle, looking over at her. Her eyes were on her plate as she pulled the excess lettuce off her sandwich.

“He makes you feel safe?”

She reached over and grabbed the salt, avoiding his eyes as sprinkled some on her French fries.

Chase dropped his hand from the ketchup, turning to face her fully. “Do you live in a particularly rough neighborhood?”

Andie shook her head gently. “Forget it,” she said under her breath, taking a bite of her sandwich and looking off toward the kitchen as she chewed delicately.

He watched her for another second before he dropped his eyes, and then he grabbed the ketchup, absently shaking some on his burger. Of all the answers she could have given, he definitely hadn’t expected
that
. She certainly didn’t carry herself like someone who needed to be taken care of.

Chase heard her clear her throat softly and he looked up. As her eyes met his, she forced a tiny smile. “Favorite food?”

Under different circumstances, he would have refused to answer the question on the grounds that she hadn’t gotten a napkin ball in the cup, but she looked so desperate to move past that little moment that he played along.

“Filet mignon.”

Andie nodded. “Nice.”

“Fantastic,” he corrected before taking a bite of his burger, and for a minute, they both chewed in silence.

“Your turn,” she said.

He felt his brow lift before he righted his expression. After his last question, he hadn’t expected her to want to play anymore. “Okay. Um, favorite…swear word?”

She shook her head. “Don’t have one.”

“Oh come on. There are so many great ones.”

Andie shook her head again, and he said, “I mean, what’s better than a well-used
fuck
?”

Her eyes widened ever so slightly as she glanced around the nearby tables.


Stop
,” she mouthed.

Chase laughed softly as he cocked his head at her. “What’s your issue with swear words?” She shrugged. “I just think they’re unnecessary. And rude.”

“Why are they rude?”

She tilted her head. “Come on, Chase.”

“I’m serious,” he said, leaning on the table with his forearms. “What makes them rude? Explain to me why
poop
is not a bad word, but
shit
is.”

Andie’s lips twitched. “Poop?”

Chase smirked before he said, “You know I’m right. They’re just two different words for the same thing. Why is one bad? I mean, if that’s the case, why isn’t porridge a bad word for oatmeal?”

Andie blinked at him. “Shouldn’t we be passing a joint back and forth while having this conversation?”

Chase burst out laughing, sitting back against the booth. “Do you have one?”

“Not on me, I’m afraid,” she said with a roll of her eyes.

He smiled as he shook his head, picking up his burger and taking another bite. “You know,” he said around his mouthful of food, “you didn’t answer that one, so technically, it should be my turn again.”

She waved her hand over the table, giving him permission to proceed.

Chase thought it over as he chewed. “Favorite saying?” he finally asked.

Andie pursed her lips, looking up at the ceiling, and his eyes automatically dropped to her mouth, noticing how full her lips looked when she did that; he pulled his attention away almost immediately, studying the French fry in his hand as he swirled it through the ketchup on his plate.

“Everything happens for a reason,” she finally said.


What
?” Chase scoffed as his eyes flashed back to hers. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s total horseshit,” he laughed. “That’s just some crap people say when something bad happens and they have no way to explain it. It’s a pathetic way to try and make somebody feel better. And if anything, it has the reverse effect.”

Andie shrugged. “I disagree.”

“Anytime anyone has ever said that to me, it just made me want to punch them in the face.”

“That’s because you’re an asshole,” she said matter-of-factly before taking a bite of her sandwich.

Chase’s mouth dropped. “Was that a profane word that just left your mouth?”

“That one was warranted,” she explained, and he smiled.

“Tell you what,” he said, placing his burger on the plate and leaning in on his elbows. “If you can convince me that bullshit saying has any merit, lunch is on me.”

Andie looked at him for a second before she carefully placed her sandwich on the plate. “When you were a kid, did you ever get grounded?”

“Of course I did.”

“What for?”

Chase laughed. “Lots of stuff.”

“Try and remember one specific time.”

He looked up at her; she sat poker faced as she waited for an answer. He had no idea what any of this had to do with anything, but he figured he’d humor her.

“When I was seventeen, my mother found my fake ID.”

Andie smiled. “How long were you grounded?”

“I can’t remember now. A couple of weeks, I think.”

“Were you pissed at her?”

“I’m sure I was.”

“But do you understand why she was upset over you having a fake ID?”

“Of course,” he said, taking another bite of his burger.

“Why was she upset, then? Explain it to me.”

He stopped chewing, lifting his eyes to hers. “What the hell are you doing? Running a guilt trip on me for something I did when I was seventeen?”

“No, I’m just making a point. Why do you think she was so upset?”

Chase exhaled. “Because it was illegal. And the shit I was doing with it was illegal too.”

“So if you understand why she was upset, then why were you mad when she punished you?”

Chase looked at her as if she was crazy. “Because what kid wants to be punished? Plus, at the time, I didn’t think it was such a big deal. Everybody had fake IDs.”

Andie smiled slowly, and he suddenly felt as if he had just stepped into a trap.

“So at the time, you couldn’t understand why your behavior deserved a consequence, and you were angry about receiving one. But now that you’ve grown up, and you have some perspective, you can understand how having a fake ID would get you into trouble, and you probably appreciate the fact that you had a mother who cared about you enough to make sure you were doing the right thing.”

Chase dropped his burger on to his plate. “What’s your point, Andie?”

“All I’m saying is, sometimes things happen, and we don’t see them clearly, either because we’re not at the right point in our life, or we’re too closely involved to understand. But just because we can’t see the reason behind things doesn’t mean there isn’t one.”

Chase felt his back straighten. This conversation was starting to make him angry. “So when people die, when
good people
die before their time, there’s a reason for that?”

“I don’t know,” Andie said. Her expression turned empathetic as she tilted her head. “It doesn’t seem fair, but…maybe it’s like we’re in our ‘teenage’ years right now, and we’re not able to see the big picture yet. Maybe after we die, it’s like we grow up, and we finally get the perspective we need to understand why things happen in life. Kind of like how you didn’t understand or appreciate your mother’s punishment until you became an adult. You see it differently now. You understand. Maybe after we die, it’s like that.”

Chase stared at her and she looked back at him, waiting. There was such openness and sincerity behind her expression, and that look on her face, combined with the words she had just said, suddenly made him feel like there was a lump in his throat.

He cleared it quickly, picking up his burger again. “Shouldn’t we be passing a joint back and forth while having this conversation?” he grumbled.

“Do you have one?”

He looked up to see her smiling at him.

“Not on me, I’m afraid,” he said with a small laugh.

Andie sighed, picking her sandwich up and taking a bite. “Oh, and Chase?”

He lifted his eyes to hers again.

“Will you be paying for lunch with cash, or credit?”

Chase felt a slow smile creep over his lips, and she mirrored his expression before picking up her drink and taking a delicate sip.

He sighed heavily, shaking his head in amusement.

“Cash.”

.

C
HAPTER
F
IVE

A
ndie stood at the gas pump, her arms above her head as she twisted to stretch her back. The little beep sounded, signaling that her credit card was approved, and she turned to the pillar where the paper towel dispenser was mounted on the wall. Grabbing a few, she kept them in her hand as she removed the nozzle from the gas pump and inserted it into her gas tank.

Chase exited the small food court in the center of the rest stop with a white plastic bag dangling off his wrist. As he approached the car, he reached in and pulled out a bottle of water, holding it up in offering. She mouthed a
thank you
, and he nodded in acknowledgment before he slid back into the passenger side.

It was getting late, she thought as she yawned for the third time. She would have to stop soon. She had looked at the map of South Carolina a little while ago; if she could make it another hour or so, they could stop in Yemassee for the night.

A few minutes later, the sharp click of the gas tank reaching capacity snapped her out of it, and she placed the nozzle back on the pump before tossing the paper towels into the trash can. Using her knuckle, Andie pressed the button to decline a receipt and walked around the front of the car before sliding back into the driver’s seat.

She brought her hand to the ignition, freezing when she saw the way Chase was looking at her.

“What?” she asked.

“What the hell was
that
?” he asked through barely contained laughter.

“What the hell was what?”

“Did you just use paper towels to hold the gas pump?”

“Yeah, so?”

He looked down and pinched the bridge of his nose as his shoulders shook with laughter.

“Laugh if you want to. Do you have any idea how disgusting those things are? How many people touch them in a day? People who are sick? Who just went to the bathroom and didn’t wash their hands? No one ever cleans those things. They’re like disgusting little petri dishes.”

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