Chapter Six
Chase took a shower and wearing his uniform, got ready and went downstairs for breakfast. His mom was sitting holding baby Austen while Scarlett was in the kitchen making breakfast for all. His dad had gone to his bedroom to take a shower.
He was excited to eat what she was making. He wanted to be close to her, to help her cook, to inhale her scent but with his mom around he was feeling hopeless.
His mom got up to go into her bedroom as his dad called. The moment she left with Austen, he happily went up to Scarlett. Standing behind her, he looked at what she was doing. "Do you need help?" He asked, taking in her smell of fresh geraniums and roses.
"No, I've got this," she said shyly. Why was he standing so close to her? She could feel his hot breath at the back of her neck.
"What are you making?" He asked, his face, peeping over her shoulder to look at the pan. She couldn't understand why he was peeping over her shoulder when he could look at the pan from anywhere.
"Stuffed omelettes, toasts and fruit and yogurt tarts," she said as his eyes grew round with surprise. She could cook? She was surely good wife material! Correction. His wife material. He grinned at the idea.
"That's too much to resist. So I think I'll eat and then go," he said, looking at her preparations.
"Let me help you?" He asked, inhaling the scent of her neck.
"If you could sit at the table and wait, please," she said shyly.
His hand brushed hers,"Why? Are you having difficulty with me beside you?" He whispered.
"No. I need to concentrate, please," she said. Looking sinfully gorgeous in his uniform, she just wanted to catch hold of his shirt collars and kiss him hard.
"You can't concentrate when I'm around you?" He asked, coming around beside her and staring at her face.
"That's that's not what I meant, " she said as she finished making all the omelettes.
"Then what did you mean?" He asked.
"I I need to cook," she stammered. His mom came into the family room with the open kitchen at the side. She had left Austen on her bed with her husband. Chase just walked to the table in frustration and sat down staring at Scarlett not happy that he couldn't get his answer. He wanted to hear her say it that his presence disrupted her concentration.
Sighing heavily ten times, he picked up the newspaper and hid behind it and watched Scarlett. Scarlett could feel his gaze upon her and was too self-conscious.
His mom smiled at herself. She found Chase's interest in Scarlett very interesting. She saw the way he looked at her. It was no surprise though. The girl was too beautiful for her own good. No wonder some low life was hunting her down.
When breakfast was ready, they all gathered at the table. Scarlett held Austen while everyone ate. She already had breakfast, she would eat after everyone did.
"Chase, I made a list of baby stuff that we need. A stroller, a crib and bedding amongst others. It's all there in the list. Can you get them on your way back?" said aunt Chloe.
"I'll pay for them," Scarlett offered.
"No, dear. You keep your money for emergencies," said aunt Chloe.
"Sure mom," he said. Then looking at Scarlett he said," This is too delicious. The conversation is not over. I'll come down by 11 o'clock to take you to the police station to record your FIR. Be ready," he said getting up. He kissed his mom's cheek and gave her dad a hug and left.
"So, have you seen the faces of these people who are after you?" Asked uncle Phil, Chase's dad. She was introduced to him and aunt Chloe updated him about everything that Scarlett went through.
"Yes uncle Phil, I saw two of them," she told him.
"I'll ask Chase to send an officer for sketches. Just help him make the sketches of the two people you saw. Maybe they are in the US police records. Then we can easily identify who's after you," said uncle Phil and she nodded. After breakfast, she helped aunt Chloe clean up and then went upstairs to feed Austen.
She had expressed enough milk for Austen and was ready to go to the police station. Chase came ten minutes early. Uncle Phil spoke to Chase about having the sketches made. It was time consuming and she had a small baby so an officer needed to come home and get it done.
"Ready?" He asked Scarlett and she nodded.
He led her to his motorcycle. He gave her a helmet and wore his. She placed it on her head but couldn't fix the straps. They were so loose. Seeing her struggle, it was obvious she never wore one in her life. His guess was correct. He could have brought his car but he didn't. He wanted her to sit close to him on his motorcycle.
With a smirk that his plan was working, he went closer and fixed her strap, brushing his fingers against the baby soft skin on her chin and throat. Tingles ran down him as well as her. He could feel it.
He climbed on top of his motorcycle and started it, waiting for her to climb as well. She held his shoulder in a delicate touch and straddled onto the motorcycle. He took her hand and placed it around his torso, feeling excited at having her so near. He applied brakes and she slid forward, flush against his back.
"Hold me with both of your hands, Scarlett. The roads are not in a very good condition, " he said breathlessly. He could feel her creamy soft bare legs brushing against his uniform clad ones. Her dress had ridden up exposing her smooth legs to his hungry eyes.
Scarlett shyly held him. She was already tomato red with embarrassment at their nearness. She didn't know he would come in a motorcycle, else she would have worn her jeans.
Chase drove over the potholed shortcut roads instead of the main, concrete road. The shortcuts took them nearly twenty minutes to reach the police station.
He knew that he shouldn't have, but he was helpless. He wanted to feel her soft body against his back for a longer time. Was he behaving like a teenage boy around his first crush? Yeah, but his mind didn't listen to logic, it had its own naughty plans and plots to get what it wanted.
