Alpha Chase
I’m trying to push back all those pesky feelings of disappointment as I make my way to my car when I catch a scent on the breeze, immediately recognizing it and snapping my head up.
I stop in my tracks when I see Chase’s big white Ford Raptor truck parked beside my little red car, the man himself standing behind it, leaning on the bumper as he puffs on a joint. The cherry blazes bright with his inhale, tendrils of smoke curling toward the sky.
“What are you doing here?” I blurt, completely caught off guard by his presence.
Chase blows out a cloud of smoke, flicking the joint away as he bares his teeth in a menacing grin. “You said you get off at eleven. Thought I could help with that.” He wa