Chapter Four
The movie had ended—a comedy, since Chase couldn’t stand the action movies most guys liked. Too riddled with inconsistencies and fallacies. Kate glanced at Chase to discover he had fallen asleep. That surprised her, because he didn’t seem the type to just fall asleep anywhere. He must have been incredibly tired or very relaxed with her.
She shifted on the couch so she could look at him better. He was a man that many women would follow to the ends of the Earth—gorgeous cheek bones, a feathering of dark lashes fanning them, hiding his chocolate brown eyes. His mouth was firm, the lips pale pink in a perfectly masculine way. She liked the dimple in his chin, and the one she knew that resided in his right cheek, now hidden as he slept. The stubble on his strong jaw had grown in, and he looked even sexier this way, more rugged, slightly imperfect.
