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Page 20 of Chasing Olivia (Trace + Olivia 2)

I shook my head, laughing. “That surprises me.”

“It shouldn’t.”

We were quiet on the drive back to the apartment, reveling in this new step in our lives together.

When the door closed behind us, he pushed me against it and kissed me deeply, before taking me to bed and showing me exactly how much he loved me.

The next morning my muscles were sore, but I was so deliriously happy that I didn’t care.

I stretched my arms above my head, light filtered in from the open curtains, making the diamond on my ring finger sparkle. A smile spread across my face as I gazed at it.

That smile turned to a frown though when I looked at the clock.

“Crap!” I exclaimed, throwing the covers off of me. I was supposed to be at work in twenty minutes. There was no way I’d have time to shower. Marcy, the owner of the jewelry store I worked at, probably wouldn’t care if I came in l

ate. I’d never been late once since I started working for her, but I didn’t plan on starting now.

I grabbed a pair of jeans and shimmied into them, then grabbed a loose tank top with a flowered print on it. I was lucky to have a boss that wanted her employees to dress casually. Marcy truly was one of a kind.

I slipped my feet into a pair of shoes and darted out of the bedroom, straight into the bathroom. I heard Trace chuckle from the kitchen.

I brushed my hair and teeth, then pulled my hair to the side and quickly braided it. I added some gloss to my lips and mascara to my lashes, but there wasn’t time for anything else.

“I can’t believe you didn’t wake me up,” I groaned, dashing into the kitchen and dropping a piece of toast in the toaster.

“You looked too cute to wake,” he smirked.

I groaned in exasperation. “But now I’m going to be late.” I opened the refrigerator and grabbed the tub of butter.

The toast popped up and I pulled it out, scalding my fingers in the process. I grabbed a knife from the drawer and slathered the toast with butter, before sticking it between my teeth.

“Bye,” I said around the food in my mouth.

Trace chuckled in response.

I grabbed my keys off the table by the door and was about to leave when Trace said my name.

“Yeah?” I asked.

“I won’t be home for dinner. Gramps needs to see me,” he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Oh,” I mumbled, pulling the toast from my mouth. “Is everything okay?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, pushing his hair out of his eyes.

“Well, I’ll see you tonight then,” I jogged across the room and stood on my tiptoes to kiss him. “Maybe I’ll call Avery and we can order Chinese and just veg out.”

He chuckled. “I think you’re both overdue for some girl time.”

“I really have to go now,” I looked at him apologetically.

“Get gone then, woman,” he smacked my butt and shooed me away.

“Trace!”

He was still laughing as I closed the door.

By the time I got in my car I had five minutes to make it to the store. That so wasn’t happening.




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