Breathe (Colorado Mountain #4)(162)

Chace moved to straighten and barely got his feet when Faye was in his space, her front pressed to his side, her arms wrapped tight around his middle. He slid an arm around her shoulders, Silas and Sondra moved close and they watched Miah, Becky and their family get into their cars.

They called good-byes, they waved and they stood in Silas and Sondra’s front drive and watched as they drove off and they kept watching until there was nothing to watch anymore.

Faye moved first and when she did it was to get up on her toes and find his ear.

“Told you that you were a hero,” she whispered and Chace closed his eyes but she wasn’t done. “I’m not the only one who thinks so, Aslan.”

He turned into her, pulling her fully into his arms and burying his face in her neck.

He held tight.

She returned the favor.

They felt Silas and Sondra silently move away.

As he held her, feeling her body rock quietly with her tears, her wet hitting his neck, he held strong but he knew she could feel his own wet against the skin of hers.

And he didn’t give a f**k.

Chapter Twenty

Breathe

I barreled up the steps and didn’t bother inserting the key because I knew Chace was inside my apartment already.

I threw the door open, saw him in my kitchen, head tipped back taking a long draw from a bottle of beer and, as his eyes slid to me around the bottle, his chin dipping down, I shouted, “It’s a girl!”

He dropped the bottle and asked, “What?”

I slammed the door, raced to him and threw myself in is arms with such force, he rocked back on a foot.

“It’s a girl. A girl! Lexie and Ty had a little girl. Her name’s Ella Alexi!” I cried, jumping up and down, taking him with me since my arms were around him and one of his was around me.

He grinned down at me, muttering, “Good news, darlin’.”

“The best!” I exclaimed as I stopped jumping. “Ten fingers. Ten toes. Krys says she’s got black fuzz on her head, already full of curls. I bet she’s adorable.”

“I bet.” Chace kept muttering through his grin.

I shook him in my arms and shared, “I can’t wait to meet her.”

Chace was still grinning and muttering when he replied, “I bet that too.”

“Krys says half-price tequila shots in celebration,” I informed him.

“Only Krystal would celebrate the birth of a child with half-price tequila shots,” Chace noted and I smiled into his face because this was crazy, hilarious and true.

“Can we go?” I asked.

“Drink tequila?” Chace asked back.

“Yeah.”

“You drink tequila?”

“No.”

“Ever?”

“Um… maybe twice in college but, since then, no,” I told him.

“Then… yeah. Absolutely.”

I felt my brows draw together at his weird, firm answer. “Absolutely?”

“Baby, you happy and drunk, your place a couple of blocks from Bubba’s and your bed ten feet from the front door, the answer to that is yeah… absolutely.”

I felt my womb contract and bit back my suggestion that Chace, as he’d be buying since he wouldn’t let me, should hit the ATM prior to us going out.

Instead, I got up on my toes, touched my mouth to his and moved away while asking, “Dinner first?”

“Yep,” Chace answered. “What’re we having?”

I opened the door of the fridge and pulled out the packet of hamburger, replying, “Packet tacos.”

“Works for me,” he muttered.

I set to work while Chace got me a glass of wine. Then I kept working while Chace sat on my counter and I took sips of wine and I told him my other good news.

“Library Board called. I have a meeting with them next week. The Town Council has allocated more funding to the library and they’ve told me when we get it we’ll get new computers and they’re giving me a ten percent salary adjustment.”

“Not on par with Lexie and Ty havin’ a healthy baby girl but still, good news, honey,” Chace commented, I looked to him and gave him a big smile since he was also smiling at me then I turned my attention back to the taco meat.

“Faye,” he called when the meat was browned and I’d added the water and seasoning.

I looked back to him. “Yeah?”

“Turn it down,” he ordered and I dipped my ear to my shoulder.

“What?”

“Come here.” He kept ordering and my head straightened.

“We’re close. I just have to slice the lettuce and tomato,” I told him.

“In a minute, turn it down, we got a problem.”

Oh jeez.

I didn’t like this.

We hadn’t had a problem in a while.

It was Saturday, three weeks and then some since we’d met Becky.

Miah and Becky were back in Wyoming and, from daily reports, they were settling in, doing fine, seeing a local counselor and bonding with their grandparents as well as their aunts, uncles and cousins. They were living with their Mom’s parents with their Dad’s visiting daily. In fact, they had dinner together every night.

This meant the kids were surrounded all the time by people who loved them and showed it.