Page 11 of Chase’s Kind of Trouble (Obsessive Protectors #3)

ELEVEN

Celeste

I’m in a stupor when Chase picks me up and carries me into a bedroom. It smells of him.

There’s a gigantic king-sized bed, a sleek dresser, floor-to-ceiling windows, and not a single item out of place.

“We need to talk!” I protest.

“About what, Angel?”

“You said my belongings are being brought here. What in the world are you talking about?”

He gently pushes me back, lifts my legs until they’re under the covers, and tucks me in.

I lay stiffly looking up at him. Waiting.

“I had the movers pick up your things.”

I blink, swallow a few times. A lot actually. Finally, I stammer, “From my apartment?”

“There and your storage unit.”

“Oh my god. How do you know where I live and even more weirdly, how do you know where my storage unit is?”

He turns solemn for a moment. Something etching his expression that he quickly pushes away. “I hunt people for a living, Celeste. I know far more than I should about you.”

Cogs whir and click in my head.

“Then you know about the deed to my grandmother’s place,” I whisper. But I don’t tell him about the art even though it’s just as important to me. “That’s what Jeremy has that I have been trying to get back.”

“The house on Glenmore Avenue?”

I gulp down a knotty swallow that hurts all the way to my heart. “Yeah.”

He brushes a hand over my hair, places a firm kiss on my forehead. “It will be yours by the end of the day tomorrow. Now get some sleep while I do what I do.”

“What exactly do you do, Chase?” I ask, hoarse, my heart not sure how to feel.

“During my time with the Teams, I hunted and rid the planet of bad people. More recently, I did it for money. Now… I do what it takes to give you the world.”

When he walks out, his shoulders are square, his jaw is granite, and those dark secrets in his gaze are crackling with life.

My body is frozen beneath soft blankets that smell divinely of a man who has turned my world upside down…

I stare at the open door for a long time. Hours maybe. Lost in my head. Afraid to trust what my heart wants.

Until an alarm starts wailing and an electronic voice announces, “Intruder! An intruder has breached the perimeter. Move to the safe room now.”