And to escape.
She ventured back to the kitchen and the utility closet there. “I won’t be much longer,” she called to Chase. “Just have to get my suitcase and fill it.”
He strolled into the room, distracting her. How could he look so good? A quarter-inch of the ribbed neckline of a blinding white T-shirt showed at his throat. The sleeves of his sweater were pushed up to expose powerful forearms she didn’t think he’d achieved by merely working a calculator on a daily basis. His attention was on the framed photo in his hand.
She stared at him, noting the bristle of whiskers on his jaw. He hadn’t shaved that morning. If he kissed her now, the small, scratchy hairs would leave a telltale trail of reddened skin in their wake. Then she’d be able to see proof of the meeting of their lips. When she’d been in her assigned bedroom the night before, she’d studied herself in the mirror.
There’d been no overt sign of the first kiss she’d experienced in more than four years. But she’d touched her mouth with her fingertips, aware her lips felt puffy and oversensitized. Thinking of that, it had taken her a long time to fall asleep in the nightshirt that Chase had unearthed from somewhere. His sister’s, he’d said of the utilitarian flannel. Thank goodness it hadn’t been something silky or sheer she’d have to assume was left behind by an old girlfriend.
He looked up now and almost caught her staring. She let her gaze drop to the frame he held and she drifted closer to glance at it. “Uncle Handlebar,” she said. “Aunt Clunky Shoes.”
“Not their real names, I take it,” he said, grinning.
“Mustache,” she said. “Clunky Shoes is obvious.”
“They’re really part of your family?”
“Oh, yeah. We go way back at Blue Arrow Lake. Came early, have scrambled for years to keep our toeholds in the mountains.”
“Something we have in common,” Chase said. “You have a family history in a place. I have a family history in a business.”
“Oh?”
“Bradley Financial was established by my great-grandfather.” He narrowed his eyes as if thinking. “Based on photos I’ve seen, I think we can call him Grandpa Potbelly.”
“A fan of beer?” she guessed.
“No idea. More likely he enjoyed whiskey and cigars. But he definitely had the expansive midsection.”
Ashley couldn’t help but take a quick glance at Chase’s lean hips and flat abs. “You’re not carrying on the family tradition.”
His slow smile appeared gratified. “Not in that particular way, I hope.”
With a quick turn, Ashley directed herself away from him and his ever-so-attractive features. “Did you feel pressure to take that on?” she asked, pulling open the pantry door. “Your position in the company, I mean.”
“No.” She could feel him coming up behind her. “I have a head for numbers. I like the game of finance.”
Frowning, she glanced at him. “Surely it’s not a game. In your business I’d think you have to take it all quite seriously. Be levelheaded at every moment. Ponder all the possibilities before making your decisions.”
“Whatever you say,” he murmured. “Here, let me get that.”
On tiptoe, she was reaching for the suitcase hanging from a heavy utility hook overhead. “No, I can...”
But he was already crowding her farther into the corner closet, his chest brushing her back. As she turned to protest again, he shoved the picture frame into her hand and stretched to lift the piece of luggage down. “Where should I take this?” he asked.
He was so close she could smell his skin, his toothpaste, a hint of laundry detergent. The T-shirt, she figured, because the cashmere sweater was too refined to have any kind of odor at all. With the photograph against her breasts like a shield, she just gaped up at him. The quarters were too close...but deliciously so.
Chase’s eyes heated. “Ashley...”
The note of desire in his voice snapped her out of her trance. “I’ll take it to my room,” she said. “The suitcase.”
“I’ll carry it.” He strode across the kitchen with her following behind. “This way, right?”
“Mmm,” she said, distracted again by the wide pair of shoulders that made the narrow hall that much more constricted. Come to think of it, no man had ever been in the passage leading to her bedroom. She’d had Jackson and Suze and a few others over for dinner sometimes, but no male had gotten so close to her inner sanctum. She’d moved to this house after Stu’s accident. The room Chase just stepped into had always been her private place.
Her retreat.
It would never be the same, she thought with a sudden clutch to her stomach, now that he’d brought his tall and broad presence into her feminine space. Feigning calm, she gestured toward the bed. “You can set it there. Then maybe you can go, um, wait in the living room. I’ll bring it out when I’m done packing.”
His brows came together. “I’ll wait here. Take it for you once you’re finished.”
No one had ever carried her luggage for her, she realized. Well, maybe her dad when she was a little girl. But Stu hadn’t. He’d considered her perfectly capable of carting things around, whether it was when she was hauling in groceries or lugging her snowboarding gear about. “I’m not a weakling,” she told Chase now, thinking of how he’d grabbed the flower arrangement from her yesterday afternoon.
“It’s not a question of muscles, Xena.”
She shook her head at the reference to the warrior princess.
“I don’t mind doing things for you,” he continued. “I like doing things for you.”
What to say to that? Ashley didn’t try to come up with anything. Instead, she wished she hadn’t spent the past four years home alone nearly every night. If she’d gone on a date or two, maybe she’d be able to handle Chase’s smoothness, his charm, his sophistication with a bit more aplomb. As it was, he just bowled her over in every way.
Or maybe no experience could provide her with the skills to manage the way this man made her feel.
“Ashley,” he said now, his voice quiet. “Will you look at me?”
See? Even now he overcame her reluctance. Though she didn’t want to, she found herself turning to face him. “What?”
“You don’t have to come back to the estate,” he said. “If you don’t want to go through with our deal, I won’t hold it against you.”
But it would go against her resolution! She couldn’t say no to the first thing that came along during her year of yes, right? Walkers weren’t cowards. “It’s fine,” she said. “I’m fine. I’m not afraid or anything. A deal’s a deal. Walkers don’t renege.”
Her face heated. She was babbling, right? He had to realize she was babbling.
His eyes were doing that binocular/dual microscope thing again, giving her the feeling he was watching every doubt flash through her brain, every desire cross her heart. “Ashley?” he said, his voice so soft it was almost tender. “Should we talk about last night’s kiss?”
She jolted, the backs of her knees hitting the end of the bed. “Oh, no. Not necessary. Not at all. New Year’s. Just a midnight kiss.” Then she whirled to toss her clothes into the case.
Her palms were sweating and her heart was hammering, as they used to do when she was poised at the top of a black diamond run. It was then Ashley realized that though the Walkers might be brave, it didn’t mitigate the bad feeling she had that all