Текст книги "Taking Chances"

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My phone rang then, Brandon's name flashed on the screen. “Hey babe.”

“Hey, how's the tattoo look?”

“Um, it's not done yet, can I call you after?”

“I'm going out with some buddies from high school, I'll just talk to you tomorrow, kay? But send me a picture when it's done. I love you.”

My stomach clenched, “I love you too. Have fun tonight.” I pressed the end button and looked up at Chase's closed off expression. “Chase –”

“So you'll need to go buy some anti-bacterial soap to clean it.”

“Please talk to me.”

“I'm trying. Look, here are some aftercare instructions. Don't take the wrap off for at least an hour. If anything looks wrong give me a call.” He dropped the paper on my stomach and stepped back.

“Chase!”

“I have another appointment, and he's waiting. I'll see you later.”

I looked into his guarded eyes and exhaled deeply, “What do I owe you?”

“Nothing. It was a gift. But I'm busy, please go.” He turned away from me and walked to the back.

Aces.

***

Everyone loved my tattoo, even though Bree wouldn't talk to me for about an hour because I hadn't told her beforehand or let her come with me. Chase really had done an amazing job and I wished I could fix things with him, but he'd been avoiding me since the tattoo parlor. It didn't seem to matter how we ended things lately, he always avoided me after. It was probably for the best though, Brandon would be back two nights from tonight, and I already had enough guilt eating at me, I didn't need to add more. I hated myself when I thought of the kisses with Chase, how Brandon trusted me completely and I'd gone and kissed the one guy he had always worried about.

Mom and Dad went to Lake Tahoe with a few of their friends yesterday, and Bree begged me to go to LA with everyone for the weekend, but I faked being sick. A bunch of them were going clubbing tonight and tomorrow and planned on splitting hotel rooms both nights. I would have wanted to go, but everyone was going with a boyfriend or girlfriend except Drew, and I didn't want to be left to deal with him. All I really wanted to do was sit at Bree's house and mope. When I moved here, I wasn't planning on falling in love with the first two guys that came along. Hell, I wasn't planning on falling in love during college at all. I wanted to have dysfunctional relationships and flings, but did that happen? Nope. I felt like Elena from Vampire Diaries. She has two insanely hot men who are in love with her and would do anything for her. One of which, she would give almost everything to be with, and the other she continues to push away, even though she can't ever actually stay away, so she won't have to admit she was in love with him too. At least my guys weren't brothers. Thank God for that.

Chase walked into the house an hour after Breanna left and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me. “I thought you were going to LA?” His voice was gruff, and his face was still guarded.

“No, I told Bree I was sick.”

“Are you?” He started to move towards me but stopped himself.

“I'm fine, I just wanted to be alone.”

“Well I'll be gone in a few minutes. I just need to grab a few things. How's the uh – how's the tattoo?”

“Beautiful.” I breathed, “Can we talk about that night?”

“There's nothing to talk about.” He called over his shoulder, heading for the stairs.

I jumped off the couch and raced behind him. “Yes there is, you completely shut down and you've been avoiding me ever since!”

“I'm not avoiding you, I just have nothing to say.”

“Why are you treating me like this? What did I do?”

“Nothing!”

“So this is what you do then? You make girls feel like they're special for a few days, then treat them like they're nothing?”

He turned on me right before he got to his room, “You're really gonna put this on me? One minute you're kissing me, the next you're talking to your boyfriend and telling him you love him!”

“What did you want me to do, not answer it?”

“It doesn't even matter Harper,” He laughed humorlessly, “drop it.”

“It does to me! I'm so tired of this roller coaster with you. I never know which Chase I'm going to meet up with that day. Is it going to be the cold or the funny and caring Chase? Will it be the one that's with four girls in one night, or the one that tells me how beautiful I am, does amazingly sweet things for me and notices stuff about me that no one else does?” Okay so Brandon noticed, but that wouldn't help my argument right now.

He just continued to glare at me.

“You're all over the place, I don't know how to act around you, I don't know what you want!”

“I want you! All I've ever wanted is you.”

“Then why are you trying to hurt me again?”

“Because it's easier that way.” His voice was soft now, and I could see the pain in his eyes, “You're with Brandon. Do you know what it's like watching you with him? Wanting you so bad, but knowing he's who you should be with?”

“But what if I want you?”

“Harper, don't.”

“I'm so in love with Brandon, but I can't help what I feel for you, and I know you know what I'm talking about. Whatever this is between us...it's been there since we met. It's like I can't get enough of you, but all you do is push me away. It's all you've ever done!”

“Because I'm not what you need Harper!”

I stepped closer towards him, “Then why did you kiss me Chase? You knew it would change everything, and it did. So tell me, why did you do it?”

He ran a hand through his hair and blew out a frustrated breath, “I needed to.” He closed the distance between us, “You're all I can think about and it drives me crazy! I would have given anything for that kiss, and I knew I wouldn't get that chance again, so I had to. I had to know if you felt something too.”

I threw out my hands in exasperation, “Was that not obvious? Is it not obvious that I'm in love with you?”

His mouth was on mine then and my surprised gasp turned into a moan. He wrapped my legs around his waist and pushed me into the wall, his lips moving fiercely against mine. “Say it again.” His breaths were coming hard and fast as he kissed me again.

“Chase,” I grasped his face so he would look at me, “I love you.”

A huge smile spread across his face before I pressed my lips to his, “God Harper I love you too, so much.” He growled against my mouth.

Chase walked us into his room and fell with me to the bed. I pulled the bottom of his shirt up, and realizing what I was doing he let go of me long enough to rip it off and throw it aside. Our mouths slammed back together and he shivered when I ran my fingertips over his chiseled chest and stomach. My shirt ended up on the ground next to his, and my entire body felt like it was on fire when he kissed a trail from my lips to the tattoo he gave me. Slow enough to make me think I'd lose my mind, he took off my pants and added them to the growing pile of clothes. He pressed his body into mine, but it still wasn't enough. I didn’t know if I could ever get close enough to him.

“I want you.”

He groaned into my neck and nipped my collarbone, “I don't have any condoms here Princess.”

“I don't care.”

“Don't say stuff like that,” He huffed a laugh, “I'm only so strong.”

I reached for the button on his pants and struggled to get it undone, “Please Chase, I don't want to wait any longer.” I whimpered when he stopped my hands. “I want you to be my first.”

He sat back and searched my face, “I can't.”

“You don't want me?” My eyes widened and my heart sunk. I hadn't been expecting this.

“Of course I do!”

“I don't – I don't understand.”

His face was completely unreadable as he just stared at me.

“It's because I'm a virgin.” It was a statement, of course he didn't want to be with me, he'd always made fun of me for it.

“Not in the way you're thinking. Trust me, I want to make you mine.”

I cupped his face in my hands, “Then please.” I whispered

“Princess,” his voice sounded pained, “you can’t want it to be me. With what I’ve done…I don’t deserve to be given something like that.”

“It’s yours. I’m tired of ignoring what I feel for you and denying myself of what I want.”

I watched as his chest rose and fell again and again, when I looked back up into his eyes minutes later, he finally spoke, “You’re sure Harper?”

“I want you. All of you.”

The sense of urgency was now gone, and we took our time getting to know each other intimately. Each kiss and touch was filled with so much passion, I didn't know how anything could ever be better than this moment in bed with him. When our bodies finally joined, I cried out in pleasured pain as Chase continued to slowly, and lovingly, make me his. I now understood why I'd never been ready with Brandon, I was always meant to do this with Chase. After we were done, we fell asleep wrapped up in each other’s arms.

I woke up with my head tucked into his neck and was already smiling widely, Chase loves me. Brandon's face flashed through my mind and I quickly pushed it back, I knew I would have to deal with this mess I've made, but I didn't want to think about it right now. I planted a light kiss to his throat and wiggled back some so I could look at his body and trace the tattoos I've wanted to inspect since the first night I met him. I was surprised that on his chest and the one arm I could see, he didn't have a ton of them. He had a half sleeve on the arm I was admiring, his other was now a full, but each tattoo was large enough that I could only count six separate ones. I bit back a laugh as I thought about the one that was just above where the top of his jeans sat. It said 'I'm Ron Burgundy?' Apparently he'd lost a bet while watching the movie, and that was the result. I was tracing more tattoos on his shoulder when his husky voice caught me.

“Feels good.” His voice was still thick with sleep.

I grinned at him and resumed my tracing, “I've wanted to do this since that first night in your bed.”

“Why didn't you?”

“Well you were a little intimidating, and plus you not so subtly let me know I wasn't the kind of girl you would ever be with.”

He jerked back to look at my face, “What did I say?”

“I don't remember exactly, you were just freaking out because you thought you'd let a girl stay over, and proceeded to tell me you didn't let girls you would screw stay with you.” I bit my lip and met his stare, “Speaking of...is it okay that I'm here?”

His face melted into a warm smile and those ocean blue eyes sparkled, “I've never been happier than when I just woke up with you in my arms.” He slowly kissed my forehead, nose, both cheeks and finally my lips. “You’re the only girl I’ve ever fallen asleep with, and I want to keep it that way. You're not just some girl. I'm in love with you Harper, I wouldn't want you anywhere else.”

I reached up to kiss him back, and tried to show him just how much I loved him too. I moved my mouth against his aggressively and pushed his shoulder back to the bed so I could climb on top of him, the delicious achiness in my body was fueling my desire to have him again. He gripped my hips and pressed his naked body against mine while alternating between bites and kisses down my neck. I arched my body into him and the mother of all stomach growls ripped through the quiet bedroom, I burst into laughter and sagged onto his chest.

“Is there any way you didn't hear that?”

His body was still shaking from laughter, “Not a chance.” He kissed me soundly once and moved me off him. “I'll go make breakfast, I'll be right back.”

“Okay, I'll come help.” I started to sit up but he pushed me back into the pillows.

“Let me do this for you Princess.” He rained light kisses on my jaw and sat back. “Stay here,” He added severely, “I want to see you just like this when I get back.”

I mock saluted him and curled into the comforter, my breath caught when he climbed out of bed.

“What's wrong?”

“Chase...you're beautiful.”

His smile was breathtaking as he climbed back over me, “Beautiful, huh? Trying to take away my masculinity baby?” I knew he was teasing, but I played along trying to get a couple of words in between kisses.

“So sorry. I meant. Rugged. And handsome. And so. So sexy.”

He laughed into my cheek and left the bed to throw on nothing but his jeans. God that didn't help much either, they rode low on his hips accentuating his muscled V and that ridiculous Anchorman quote. I took a mental picture of him and knew I would never forget Chase as he looked right now. A few minutes later, Chase walked in and I caught a whiff of bacon causing my stomach to grumble some more.

“You might want to answer that when he calls again.” He dropped my phone next to me and with a sad smile walked back out the door.

I looked down to my phone and saw the twelve missed calls from this morning alone, six from last night and eighteen texts from Brandon and Bree. After reading through them and listening to the voicemails, I took a deep breath and collapsed into the pillows. I hadn't told Brandon I wasn't going to LA, and after Bree dramatized my being sick and alone, and not answering the phone all night or morning, they had really started to freak out. I sent the same text to both of them letting them know I was fine, I'd fallen asleep early last night and left my phone in the other room. I loved them and would talk to them later after a shower and another nap. I know I was being a coward, but I didn't know what I would say to Brandon yet. My stomach fell when I got a response.

Brandon – 'You scared me Harper, Bree thought something bad had happened. I caught an earlier flight, I just boarded. I love you so much, I'll be back to take care of you soon.'

I wasn't ready for my time with Chase to be over and I had no idea what I was going to do about the two men that had my heart. Pulling the covers over my head, I resisted the urge to cry. There was no right way to go about this, and no matter what I did, I would hurt someone and lose a part of myself. Chase didn't say anything for a while after he came back with an omelet and bacon, we just sat there eating. Well, he ate. I'd had the same piece of bacon in my hand since he got back in bed.

“Baby, please say something.” He pleaded as he rubbed soothing circles into my back.

“Brandon will be back in a couple hours.” I finally spoke.

He hissed a curse through his teeth and sagged into the headboard with a thud. “I thought he wouldn't be back ‘til tomorrow night.”

“He got scared when I didn't answer the phone. Bree told him I was sick and alone, and since no one could get a hold of me…”

“Bree called me a few times, begging me to come check on you. Looks like they're all heading home today too.”

“Chase, what should I do?” I began to search his face for answers, but he looked so pained I had to stare at my hands instead.

“I can't answer that for you Princess. No one can.” After a few minutes of intense silence he continued hesitantly, “Who do you want?”

“I don't know!” I blurted out quickly, “I want you Chase, but I can't hurt him. I won’t hurt him anymore than I have. I love him too much.”

He flinched away like I'd slapped him.

“No matter who I choose, people will get hurt. And then what happens if I leave him? He lives in your house Chase. He'll have to see us together, it will kill him, I can't do that to him! He loves me, he hopped the first flight he could because he was scared for me and wants to come back to take care of me. How am I supposed to tell him I'm in love with someone else after that?” I took three deep breaths in and out in an attempt to calm my shaking, “If I left him for you, it would be bad for us. He'd come after you, the guys in the house would take sides. We would be miserable. My body craves you Chase, but I feel like I'm being torn in two. I just – I need a few weeks to think about this. Can you please give me that?”

His jaw was clenched so tightly I thought it might break, “Are you going to ask him to give you time too?”

“No, I can't.”

Chase's eyes turned to ice and his mouth popped open, “So you're just going to go back to him? Pretend like last night never happened? You're so worried about hurting everyone else, do you even realize you'll be hurting me?” He shot up off the bed and started pacing back and forth, “Damn it Harper, don't you see that? I'm the one that will have to watch you with your boyfriend while waiting for you to figure out what you want!”

I flinched when the bedroom door slammed shut behind him. He was right, and I didn't want to hurt him either, but I didn't know what else to do at the moment. I was more in love with Chase than I'd realized, but I couldn't live without Brandon. If I thought I'd hated myself for kissing Chase, I now felt like I was dying thinking about how I'd just betrayed the man I love more than my own life. Even if I thought it was too soon, I'd overheard him talking to his mom telling her he thought I was “the one”, and I couldn't help but smile at thoughts of our future together. I briefly considered a future with Chase, it didn't go far. There's no way Chase felt the same way I did for him. I'm not saying he doesn't love me, but it can't mean the same as it does for me. If I were to choose him, would he go back to being hot and cold once I did, and would he want to be with me for any length of time? As much as I wanted to believe everything he said to me last night, deep down I was terrified he'd up and leave me like he has every other girl. Brandon wouldn't do that, and he's never once treated me badly. His nearly shaved head, chiseled face and tall beefy body may make him appear dangerous, but that boy adored me and would do anything for me. My mind was made up, Brandon is who I would choose when this day ended, in my heart I knew he was who I couldn't live without. But after what happened last night, I'm afraid I'll never be able to give him my entire heart like he deserves.

The hot steam of the shower couldn't even soothe me. I knew I could live without him, but my heart was still breaking just thinking about a life without Chase. I choked on a sob and soon my tears blended in with the water pouring on me. I pressed my hands to the wall of the shower to keep myself standing and cried harder than I ever have. Chase's hands turned me around and clutched me to him as my body shook with sobs. When I opened my eyes I realized he still had his jeans on and was completely soaked. I looked up to his face and memorized his hard jaw, full lips, perfect nose, bright blue eyes and shaggy wet hair. Even in pain, he was incredibly handsome.

“Why are you in here?”

“Because you need me,” His voice was hoarse, “and if this is my last hour with you, I'm not going to waste another second of it.”

He touched his lips to mine, and I met his kiss greedily. It was difficult, but we somehow managed to get his jeans off before he pressed me into the wall and positioned himself with my legs wrapped around him. I knew I was breaking my heart more, and adding more hurt to my relationship with Brandon, but I needed this last time with Chase. He slowly made love to me as the hot water continued to pour over us, and though I was no longer sobbing, a steady stream of tears ran down my face the entire time. He knew this was our last time to be together too, and the mixture of love, passion, pain and sadness made for the most beautiful experience of my life. Neither of us spoke after as we helped each other wash our hair and bodies, or when we dried off and dressed, but our eyes never once left each other’s. They said everything for us in that last hour. He drove me to his house so I could pick up Brandon's Jeep, and we sat there for another twenty minutes just holding hands, his thumb making circles against my palm. I glanced down at the clock and pulled the keys out my purse with a sigh. I grabbed the door handle but his voice stopped me.

“Harper,” he spoke around the lump in his throat, “I will love you for the rest of my life.”

I couldn't turn to look at him, I just kept my eyes on the handle, “You will always be in my heart Chase Grayson.” I walked away then, and didn't look back.

8

I glanced in the rear view mirror and groaned when I saw my reflection. I looked terrible, but at least I actually looked like I had been sick. After a few breaths in and out, I put the ache to the back of my mind and focused on Brandon. He is who I want and who I need. I don't deserve him, but as long as he wants me, I'll be his. I walked to the baggage claim area and after a few minutes of waiting, saw him walking in a crowd of people. My heart tightened and I took off running towards him. I'd been unfaithful, and I was a horrible person, but I was madly in love with this man.

“Babe, I missed you!” I giggled when he immediately swept me up into his arms.

He smiled down at me and kissed my forehead, “God, I missed you too.”

“I'm so glad you're back.”

“How are you feeling sweetheart?”

“Better now that you're here.” I wrapped one hand around his neck and trailed my other fingers across his cheekbone, jaw and lips.

“I'm sorry I wasn't last night.”

“Don't be, it wouldn't have been a fun night for you.” Really. It wouldn't have been.

“Is there anything we need to get you on the way back?”

A time machine so I can go back two weeks. “No, honestly I feel so much better. Must have been one of those twenty four hour things, just take me home.”

I almost sighed in relief when I saw the driveway empty of Chase's truck, I couldn't face him when I walked into Brandon's room. While Brandon took a shower, I dressed in one of his button-up shirts and a pair of boy-cut underwear and climbed onto his bed. I knew it would drive him crazy, and as horrible as I will be for it, I needed to have a steamy session with him to push Chase even farther from my thoughts. Bree was right, this poor guy was going to explode if I didn't take it to the next level soon. But I hadn't been ready before, and damn if I thought I could be ready now. How was I supposed to let him love me and love him back in that way when he thought he was the first person I'd ever been with?

“Aw hell baby.” He groaned as his eyes raked over me.

I faked confusion and hurt as I got off the bed, “Oh, well if you want me to change, I will.”

He picked me up and slammed us onto the bed, pinning my body under his. He kissed me thoroughly and I forced myself not to compare his kisses to Chase's. I emptied my mind and focused on nothing but his lips covering mine, and his hand under the shirt on my waist. His other hand cupped under my left knee and hitched it up around his hip, when his fingers moved back to my borrowed shirt, he stopped and pushed off me. Lifting the shirt up to my waist he ran a hand over my tattoo and smiled as he brought his lips back to mine.

“You like?”

“You have no idea how sexy you are.” He growled against my mouth.

I ran my hands over his head and pressed my chest to his. Bringing my other leg up to his hip as well, he pressed me deeper into the mattress when Bree came into the house shouting my name.

“You have got to be kidding me.” I groaned and slapped a hand over my face.

Brandon chuckled in frustration and jumped off me to cover me with the comforter then went to find a shirt. “I needed to stop anyway.” He smiled and bent down to kiss me, his now gray eyes were still burning.

“HARPER!”

“She's in here Bree.” Adding softly, “You're in trouble.” He left my side with a parting wink.

“Do you have any idea how scared I was? I thought you died!”

I burst into laughter, and laughed even harder when she narrowed her eyes at me. “Really Bree? You thought I died?”

“Well okay, I thought you were in the hospital but you always answer your phone, and no one could get a hold of you. What was I supposed to think?”

“Uh...I didn't feel good, you didn't ever consider that maybe I just fell asleep and had my phone on vibrate?”

“I thought you said it was in the other room.” She deadpanned.

“It was, and it was on vibrate.”

“Oh, well then...No.”

I rolled my eyes at my friend, “I'm sorry I worried you both, and I'm really sorry that you all had to come back a day early.” I shot my eyes over to Brandon, “Well maybe not you.” I teased.

“You should be, and I'm going to kill Chase.” I tensed at his name, “This could have all been avoided if he wasn't off screwing some chick last night.”

Dear Lord my cheeks better not be bright red right now. “Bree, it's not his job to babysit me. You can't be mad at him.”

“Just don't scare me like that again, I love you.”

“Love you too friend.” I reached out to hug her, “And as much as I love you, I really need time with my man.”

She snorted and smacked my arm, “Be good. We brought Chinese home if you guys are hungry.”

Brandon sank to the bed and I crawled onto his lap. “So what would you say to grabbing some food, bringing it back here and just be alone the rest of the night?”

“I'd say it's exactly what we need.” He hooked an arm under my knees and carried me out to the kitchen.

“Brandon!” I hissed, “I'm not wearing pants put me down!”

He dropped my legs quickly and tugged on the shirt I was wearing so it was longer than most the skirts I wear. When your boyfriend is over a foot taller than you, his shirts practically become a dress. We looked through the takeout boxes and picked two of them when Chase walked through the living room. He slowed and looked at us, his eyes went wide and pain flashed through them before he could compose his face and gave us a hard nod. My jaw had dropped when I saw him and I forced it shut right before Brandon looked at me. I turned to grab silverware and chastised myself for standing here laughing with my boyfriend wearing nothing but his shirt. It was normal and needed for me and Brandon, but the exact opposite of what I wanted to do to Chase. Taking a calming breath, I walked back over and gave Brandon a playful nudge so he would follow me back to his room.

“How was the rest of your vacation?” I asked Brandon who was sitting with his back against the headboard, while I leaned against the side wall with my legs crossed onto his lap.

“Good, I really wish you would have stayed, but it was good to catch up with friends.”

“I'm glad you got to. Thanks for taking me, I loved meeting your mom.” I smiled to myself, remembering her bubbly personality, “She's great.”

He nodded and swallowed some food, “She loves you already.” He took the bite of chicken off my fork and pointed at my hand. “Where'd you get that?”

I looked at the ring and itched to hide it, not that it would do much good now. I shrugged as nonchalantly as possible and answered around a bite of food. “Chase.”

His face fell and it took a few seconds before he continued chewing. “Chase gave you a ring?”

“It's not a big deal.”

“A ring.” He raised an eyebrow at me.

“Everyone in the family gave me a few things Brandon.”

“A few? What else did he give you?”

Crap. I took my time chewing and swallowing that next bite, but forced my eyes to stay glued to his. “My tattoo.”

“Chase did your tattoo? You didn't think that was something I'd want to know?”

No, I just knew you'd be mad. “I didn't know it mattered that much to you. Would you have rather me gone to someone you didn't know?”

“At least that guy wouldn't have a history of trying to take you from me.”

“Babe, that never happened, and even if it had, he didn’t succeed. You need to get over it.”

“Not li–”

“Can we not do this please? I just got you back and I want to enjoy my night with you.”

“Fine. But next time, I would really appreciate if you didn't let him touch you for four hours.”

My cheeks flushed thinking about Chase's touch. Think about something else, think about something else, think about something else. “Brandon you're not – are you jealous?”

“Extremely.”

“Well take it down a notch Hulk.” I giggled and rubbed his arm, “Whose bed am I in?”

He continued to glower at the ring, “Mine.”

I crawled off the bed and gathered up the empty Chinese boxes, hating the fact that I had just turned that around to his jealousy issues with Chase. Leaning over to press my forehead to his, I held his gaze and spoke slowly before heading to the kitchen, “Then you have nothing to worry about.” I lightly brushed my lips against his, “I love you Brandon.” I vowed right then to spend forever making up for the biggest mistake of my life. But how do you make up for something, when the other person doesn't know about the mistake in the first place?

***

Life went back to normal as school started again and Brandon and I continued our relationship. It had been almost two weeks since he had come home from Arizona, and we were doing better than we ever had. Chase had begun avoiding me at all costs, and though it made me sad, I was extremely happy I didn't have to see him all the time. I don't know how I would have dealt with seeing his miserable face when Brandon and I were together, which was most the time.

It had been one of those days where Brandon and I couldn't keep our hands off each other, and it had been absolute torture waiting for his last two classes of the day to finish. As soon as they were done, he picked me up from the dorm and drove me to Chase's house. Our lips hadn't left each other as we made our way from his Jeep to his room, and his shirt, followed closely by mine, was on the floor before his door was shut and locked. Desire for him shot through my body as he lowered me to the bed and pulled my pants off before climbing on top of me. I reached down for the button on his pants as he pushed a bra strap off my shoulder and kissed where it had just been. I slid the zipper down and he put a hand behind my back, lifting my body off the bed. Planting his knees on either side of me, his other hand went to unhook my bra. He laid me back down on the bed and slowly started pulling it away when his phone rang.

“Every freaking time.” He growled and snatched up his phone, “What?” After a few seconds he sat up quickly and smiled, “No way! Where? Yeah I'll be there.” He jumped off the bed, pulling me with him, “Come on baby get ready, there's a fight.”

“Are you kidding me?!” I hooked the bra back together and planted my hands on my hips, “You're going to stop in the middle of that to go to a fight? Tell Scarecrow to find somebody else!”