Chasing Wild (The Wilds of Montana #2) Read Online Kristen Proby

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Wilds of Montana Series by Kristen Proby
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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
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I grin and kiss his chin.

“I might have had a bad moment or two, wondering if you felt the same.” He sighs with the admission, and I can see the vulnerability in his eyes, and it makes me love him even more.

“I’m catching up. And I’m going to be frank here for a minute.”

“We’re in the dark, in the middle of the night. There’s no better time to be perfectly honest.”

That makes me smile. “You’re right. I’m actually glad that we came together when we did, and not several years ago when you first approached me because I wasn’t ready for you yet, Chase. I was still bruised and determined and just not in the right place for this relationship. It never would have worked out between us if we’d dated back then.”

“Well, then I’m glad that you turned me down, even if it was a blow to my ego.”

With a chuckle, I move in to rest my cheek against his chest and snuggle in. “Your ego’s just fine.”

Chase: Hey, beautiful. Lunch should be delivered in about ten. I couldn’t get away.

I grin at his words and bite my lip as I type out a reply.

Me: I hope everything is okay. I missed waking up to you this morning!

By the time I woke up today, Chase had already gone to work. With wedding season wrapping up, I’ve had the luxury of coming into the shop a little later each morning, and it’s been glorious. In the two weeks since the Wild wedding, things have slowed down considerably. And while my stress levels appreciate that, I know that in a couple of months, I’ll be wishing for the additional income.

But, I’ve learned to make the busy months make up for the slow ones.

I’m just placing the last sunflower into a bouquet when my phone pings with a reply.

Chase: I got to see your gorgeous face this morning and kiss your lips before I left. Whose amazing life is this, anyway?

I laugh and shake my head. He’s just so damn sweet.

“Oh, Lord, she’s sexting again,” Sharla says and makes a gagging noise from across the room.

“I am not.”

“I can totally tell,” she insists. “You get this goofy grin on your face while you tap away at your phone. It used to be really sweet, but now it’s just…ew.”

I laugh and set the phone aside, returning to the task at hand. “We do not sext. We just flirt a bit, that’s all.”

“I think it’s great,” Ida says, winking at me. “And you seem happier than ever.”

“We are.”

And it’s true. The past few weeks have been…bliss. There haven’t been any more scary issues at my place, but I still sleep at Chase’s every night. In fact, things have been quiet and fun and very sexy.

I’m in love, truly in love, for the first time in my life, and I’m having a damn good time with it.

The bell over the door rings, and in comes Heather, the owner of Old Town Pizza, carrying two large boxes and one smaller box on top.

“Delivery,” she announces with a happy grin. “Chase sent me in with two large pies and an order of bread sticks.”

“I love that man,” Ida says, “but my hips do not.”

“I love that he sends you food so often,” Heather says with a wink to me. “I mean, how romantic is that?”

“You know about it?”

“Honey, all of Bitterroot Valley knows about it. And let me just say, we’re all rooting for you because that Chase Wild is just…” She fans her face with her hand, making us all laugh.

“I won’t disagree with you there.” I open a box and take a sniff at the pepperoni with olives that Chase knows I like. “This looks fabulous. Thanks, Heather.”

“Anytime, sweetie. You all enjoy, and I’ll see you later.”

She offers us a wave, and then she’s off, and Ida, Sharla, and Vickie join me to devour a pizza. Margie is out on some deliveries, but we’ll be sure to save her some.

The afternoon moves by quickly, all of us taking turns with the phone, printing off online orders, and making bouquets.

It’s approaching five when the bell above the door rings again, and I turn to see Evan walking in. I haven’t seen much of him in several weeks.

“Well, hi there, Evan. How’s it going?”

“Just fine. It occurred to me that I haven’t seen much of you recently, and I was walking by, thought I’d stop in and see how you are.”

“You know, I was just thinking the same. I’m doing well, thanks. What have you been up to?”

“Oh, you know, slaving away in the office by day and soaking up the last bit of summer when I finally manage to escape.”

I grin and nod at him as I walk around the counter and set a plant that I just unboxed on a shelf for sale.


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