Chapter 31

"So let's talk about signing the papers," Amaya said. Memories slammed into her: snuggling in the crook of his arm under their sheets, lying on top of him along her fake dark wig, nuzzling his neck as they made love... She gulped a lungful of air—or several—to ease her breathlessness.

Chase's scent was so evocative and rich in memories that she struggled to remember what he’d just asked her.

Casting a curious glance her way, he sat opposite her, his knees in close proximity to hers, and she surreptitiously sidled back to avoid accidental contact.

"Come on, Amaya. We can talk about that later, but for now, enjoy the wine."

That was all she needed. As if she hadn’t made enough of a fool of herself already.

"So what do you think of my little farm house?" Chase asked her with a little tease in his voice, to which Amaya knew so much; he was trying to get on her nerves again.

"Little? Seriously?"

"Well, considering that it had three bedrooms, I consider it little by my standard."

She manage