SOUR GRAPES
Chase stood in the middle of the living area, his attention on his phone as his golden hair fell slightly forward. He was tall and handsome in a manner that warmed my heart just to think he was on my team. He wanted to be friends with me.
His eyes swayed from his phone to where I stood by the landing, hesitating to head toward Enid's home office.
Two things were involved: either Enid barked and went wild with rage for me attempting to leave his room, or he would respect his friend's decision to let me out of that prison.
Chase wore a jocular smile on his face which was quite infectious, making me smile and wiping all the hesitations from me.
I sucked in a breath and headed to get my husband for breakfast.
A part of me prayed Enid wasn't in his home office. I did not want to face him, not after how cold he had been acting toward me lately. I did not want to stand the cold resentment in his eyes or have his condescending gaze flutter my way.
My breath ragged as I stood before the mahogany door. I thought of Enid's possible reactions to me dropping in on him. He was never going to welcome the disturbance, and I was going to face the heat.