The Look of Love (The Sullivans) - Chapter 6 + Audiobook + Exclusive Commentary from Bella
Hello again! I hope you loved Chapter 5 of The Look of Love (The Sullivans). This is one of my favorite books I’ve ever written and Chapter 6 is so pivotal for both Chase and Chloe as they begin to fall big time for each other, not only because they’re incredible attracted to one another, but also because this is when they start to become true friends with each other.
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CHAPTER SIX
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She stumbled back, the branches from a tall grapevine lancing her between the shoulders. “You should get back to work. They’re probably waiting for you.”
But Chase didn’t move, didn’t so much as shift his weight. Instead, he simply smiled at her, that intense heat still in his eyes. Along with something that truly had her shivering in her shoes.
Determination.
And focus.
“I’m sure they’re still working on Amanda’s makeup,” he told her, but she heard what he was really saying, loud and clear.
I’m not going anywhere. So why don’t you stop trying to run and just give in to what we both want? It’ll be good between us. So damned good. I promise.
Wanting desperately to negate the hot, pulsating desire between them, she said, “By the way, don’t you think all caps is a bit much on the nickname?”
He frowned for a split second before he caught on and grinned again. “I figure if I’m going to have a nickname like Hotstuff, I might as well own it.”
How could she do anything but grin back at him? He was just so darn likable. It wasn’t his fault that he was sexier than sin. She shouldn’t keep holding that against him.
“Come with me.” He held his hand out. “I’ll introduce you to the crew.”
She looked down at his hand. She badly, so badly, wanted to take it. But she couldn’t. Not if she wanted to actually keep her distance from him today, rather than end up in his arms begging him for the kisses and caresses he hadn’t given her the night before.
Telling herself he’d understand if he knew her reasons—and that he probably already understood way more than she’d divulged to him due to the bruise on her cheek—she simply stepped beside him and started walking. She didn’t have to look at him to sense his disappointment that she hadn’t reached out to take his hand. But he didn’t push her on it as he fell into step beside her.
“I absolutely love Napa Valley. This is such an incredible part of the country, full of such beauty and history,” she said. “How long has your brother owned the winery?”
“Nearly a decade. We all thought he was crazy at first, taking those farming classes at UC Davis. Now we’re all wishing we’d thought of it first.”
She turned to him in surprise. “Don’t you love what you do?”
The zing that shot through her body, head to toe, when his eyes connected with hers shocked her every single time. No doubt about it, Chase should be the one in front of the camera, knocking down female hearts like dominoes with that incredibly potent gaze, his green eyes holding more beauty, more heat, than she could believe.
“I do,” he agreed. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t sometimes think about cutting down on the traveling and settling down with a pretty wife and a backyard full of cute kids.”
“Are there cameras following us?” she joked, making a show of looking over her shoulder.
“No, why?”
“Because you just said pretty much what every single, thirty-year-old woman on the planet wants to hear. And you actually sounded like you meant it.”
“What about you?” When she frowned at his question, he said, “Is that what you want to hear?”
Refusing to acknowledge the pang of longing, she shrugged. “I’m just thinking about making it through the next day right about now,” she said in as offhand a manner as she could manage.
She could see the models and crew waiting for him, but instead of hurrying over to them, he stopped walking and turned his back to everyone else. She had no choice but to stop, too, or walk right into the hard wall of his chest. His very broad chest.
“I took care of your car.” He gave her a small smile. “It’s been towed off to a better place.”
Working to fight down the panic at being completely without a vehicle, she said, “It didn’t have many miles left on it, anyway.” She tried to smile back. “Thank you for dealing with it. I’ll pay you b—”
He cut her off before she could finish her sentence. “Stay, Chloe.” When she didn’t reply immediately, he said, “We’ll be shooting here at the winery for the next few days. I was hoping you would stay.”
She licked her lips, shook her head. “You’re busy. And I need to…” She paused, knowing all she had ahead of her were problems, at least for a while.
“Stay,” he said again, more softly this time, but with the determination, the focus, she was so afraid of threading through the one short word.
And, ultimately, that was the main reason she needed to leave. Because she had no intention of getting involved with another man. She was still learning how to be alone, how to rely on herself, how to trust again. It hadn’t even been a year since she’d filed for divorce. She wasn’t ready for another relationship.
And she definitely wasn’t ready for Chase’s determination. Or for his focus.
He was a man whom she could so easily—too easily—lose herself in completely.
She shook her head. “I’m sorry. I c—”
“Please.”
He hadn’t come any nearer, hadn’t gotten in her face and demanded her agreement, but the gentle entreaty in his voice was like warm arms wrapping around her, pulling her close.
“Don’t agree to the whole week. Just take it one day at a time.”
And one night at a time, too.
She heard the words even though he hadn’t said them. And that was when Chloe knew just how weak she really was, because even though she’d just recited to herself all the reasons she should go, she couldn’t find a way to stop herself from saying, “Okay.”
She could feel Chase studying her, knew he wasn’t completely pleased with her answer even though she’d just given him exactly what he wanted. But whatever he was about to say was interrupted by a skinny young man with big, thick-framed, purple glasses.
“Chase,” the man said, “everyone’s ready for you.”
His gaze continued to hold hers for another long moment, before Chase slowly turned to the person she assumed was his assistant.
“Jeremy, this is Chloe. She helped me find Amanda, and she’s my very special guest. Be sure to show her a good time today, would you?”
Jeremy’s eyes flashed over the bruise on her cheek before quickly flitting away. “Oooh, someone to share all the gossip with. Hooray!”
The young man reached for her hand and grasped it before she could pull away, and then he was walking away with her and chattering in her ear about what a pain in the rear Amanda was, and how he’d had the misfortune of working with her too many times this year already, and how he hoped Chase had totally put her in her place, and could Chloe fill him in on absolutely every single word that had been said out in the vineyard.
Chloe threw a desperate glance at Chase over her shoulder, only to find him grinning at her. How did he always manage to be three steps ahead of her?
And—just as she’d asked herself last night—why the heck didn’t she mind a whole lot more?
Fifteen minutes of nonstop chatter later, Jeremy had her settled into a comfortable chair where she could watch the action. Chase was photographing three young women in absolutely gorgeous ball gowns.
Amanda had been positively stunning. But all three of the models together? Chloe couldn’t stop herself from turning to Jeremy and remarking, “That’s a whole lot of beautiful up there, isn’t it?”
Jeremy sighed and looked at Chase in clear admiration. “And can you believe he doesn’t even know it?”
This time, there was no holding back her laughter, loud enough that everyone—including Chase—turned to look at her.
“I was talking about the models,” she clarified.
Jeremy shrugged. “They’re all right. But the Sullivan men are…” He sighed with deep longing and barely concealed lust as he kissed the tips of his fingers. “Perfection!”
Chloe would never have admitted it aloud, but the truth was she agreed with Jeremy’s assessment: Chase was better looking than all of the models combined, and part of what made him so compelling was that he was utterly unaware of just how gorgeous a man he was.
Nonetheless, the young women were all shockingly attractive. Rather than being jealous, Chloe told herself she was glad they were there to remind her that she had nothing to worry about when it came to Chase. How could she have actually let herself get caught up in thinking, Oh, no, he wants me so much, and What am I going to do if he’s determined to have me?
She chuckled again, realizing how ridiculous it seemed now that she’d seen the models he was practically close enough to kiss as he got into position for another shot. There might have been a whole lot of beautiful out in the vineyard, but there had definitely been a whole lot of delusional where she was sitting.
Silently continuing to laugh at herself, Chloe suddenly felt worlds better. Maybe she actually could take up Chase’s invitation to hang out here in Napa Valley for a few days. Maybe she could extend “normal” for a little while, before she had to buckle down and face all that ugliness again.
Because, really, how could Chase possibly want anything from her when he had these other visions of gorgeousness around? Sure, Chloe knew she was cute. Pretty, even. But she certainly wasn’t looking her best, with no makeup on and wearing crappy clothes.
What, she suddenly found herself wondering, would he think if he could see her in a pretty dress? With her hair up, something sparkling at her ears and pretty heels on her feet? Would he tell her she was lovely again? She worked to shake off the pointless questions as she watched him work for the next hour or so. She appreciated that he didn’t play games with his models. Instead of flirting with them, or trying to pit them against one another in any way, he simply let them know when they were doing a great job, and as their confidence grew, so did their skill at posing for him.
Chloe was surprised to feel her creative juices flowing, even though she’d never paid much attention to either fashion or photography.
Her true passion was quilting, and as she watched him work, she realized that more than fashion was coming to life. The way Chase manipulated the canvas of models and clothes and the natural background of the vines and mountains and sky was so brilliant that simply watching him was helping her develop a new eye for composition. And new visions for the way she could block her next quilt.
Fortunately, now that she was firmly convinced she had nothing to worry about anymore when it came to Chase “wanting” her, she could allow herself to acknowledge just how fantastic he was. She even let her insides go a little gooey.
At least now she could chalk her feelings for him up to artistic genius…rather than how good-looking or how charming he was.
“Oh, my God, hot-boy alert!” Jeremy’s voice sounded squeaky.
“What? Where?” Chloe asked, looking around and seeing that Chase was still busy shooting pictures a hundred yards away.
“To your right,” Jeremy stage-whispered, and she followed his gaze across the field to the very good-looking man who was walking toward them.
“Who’s that?” she whispered back, even though she didn’t know why they were whispering.
“It’s Marcus.” Jeremy said the name reverently.
Oh, my. That was Chase’s brother?
There were six of them?
Like Chase, Marcus was ridiculously good-looking. He looked to be a few years older than Chase, and even from a distance she could see he was a bit taller, with slightly more built-up muscles. His dark hair was just a little too long, and even in a suit, he was obviously very at home on the land. Clearly, Jeremy wouldn’t be alone in falling all over Marcus.
And yet, while she recognized pure male beauty when she saw it, her heart wasn’t pounding and she wasn’t getting breathless or anything. Chase was the only man who had ever made her want to call out his name while touching herself within an hour of meeting him.
Still, there was no denying the powerful allure of the Sullivan men.
“I really need to see a photo of the whole family,” she muttered to herself, not intending for anyone to hear.
Of course, Jeremy heard and saw everything. “Their genes are insane,” was his response. “Their mother used to be a model, back in the day. And their father was probably Cary Grant or something.”
Chloe didn’t say anything more—not now that she knew Jeremy was the worst, and most delicious, kind of gossip—but she was thinking that having six brothers and two sisters this good-looking all in one room together must be too much for the eye to behold. Hopefully, she found herself thinking, they were also all as kind as Chase had been to her from the moment he’d found her on the side of the road. Because if there was one thing she knew for sure, it was that good looks that didn’t come with a conscience were never a good thing.
“Just watch. I can’t even speak around him,” Jeremy told her. “I’m going to go to pieces even though I know he’ll never, ever play for my team and it doesn’t make any sense for me to be so nervous. I hate how the best ones are all totally, completely hetero. If only one of Chase’s gorgeous brothers was gay, my life would be so, so much better,” he said with a deep sigh.
As Chase’s brother approached and she could see his face more clearly, Chloe was surprised to see that Marcus’s expression was fairly serious, rather than playful like Chase always seemed to be. Then again, maybe it was because Marcus had a suit on, whereas her Sullivan was in jeans.
Her Sullivan?
What the heck was wrong with her? Chase wasn’t hers. She was merely hanging out in this perfect world for a little while before heading back to her real life. She couldn’t afford to get attached to anyone or anything here.
“Hey, Marcus.” Jeremy stuttered out another, “Hi!” before he managed to get his trembling lips to shut.
Poor Jeremy. He was so nervous, Chloe actually forgot to be nervous herself. She even forgot to put her hand over her cheek to cover the nasty bruise.
She was about to reach out her hand to introduce herself when Jeremy’s mouth opened again, and he blurted, “This is Chloe. She’s with Chase. He found her last night on the side of the road.”
Chloe shot him a horrified glance. She knew she should have kept her mouth shut with Jeremy about how she and Chase had met, but he’d been so persistent with his questions that she’d finally shared the barest of details with him.
Clearly mortified by what he’d said the moment the words left his mouth, two bright pink spots appeared on Jeremy’s cheeks. “Oh, God, that came out all wrong. What I mean is that Chloe met Chase last night and spent the night with him.” His eyes grew even wider, as further horror filled them at what he’d just accidentally insinuated. “I—” he stuttered as he looked down at a spot on the ground right between Marcus and Chloe. “I need to go check on some things.” He turned and ran off.
Jeremy wasn’t the only one who was mortified now. Willing her composure to come back after that extremely embarrassing introduction, she held out her hand.
“Hi, it’s so nice to meet you, Marcus.”
“It’s nice to meet you, too, Chloe.”
Marcus had a low, slightly rough voice that was undeniably attractive. Only, for some reason, it didn’t do anything for her. Well, hardly anything. Heck, she was human, wasn’t she? It wasn’t her fault that she wasn’t completely blind to male beauty. And she had to admit that she was more than a little complimented by that quick flash in Marcus’s eyes when he’d first looked at her that told her he thought she was an attractive woman.
“So, you met my brother last night?”
She swallowed, trying not to be defensive. “I did. On the side of a road, just like Jeremy mentioned. My car skidded into a ditch during the storm, and I was lucky that he drove by.”
“I’m glad he was able to help.”
“And I’m glad to get the chance to meet you because I wanted to thank you for—” She felt terribly awkward as she said, “For letting me stay the night in your guesthouse.”
The look on his face told her he had no idea she’d even been there. A beat later, he said, “Any friend of Chase’s is a friend of mine.”
He was very sweet, but she knew what he had to be thinking. It was what any person in his right mind would think upon hearing Chase had picked her up last night and taken her to the guesthouse. Just the two of them, all alone in the beautiful house, with all those beds…and bathtubs. What reason could there possibly have been for her and his brother not to get it on?
“Really, it’s not what you—”
But she couldn’t get the rest of the sentence out. Not without flashing back to that moment in the tub when she was coming and saying Chase’s name and he was there.
So, yeah, maybe it was exactly what Marcus thought.
She felt a blush cover her cheeks as she realized there was, quite clearly, nothing she could say about the previous evening without sounding like a total freaking idiot.
Planting a smile on her face, she said instead, “Your winery is absolutely beautiful. Just stunning. It must be like living and working in a dream.”
Marcus’s grin told her that he was pleased with her compliments. “Thanks. How about I give you a tour?”
No question about it, their mother had raised her Sullivan boys well. The only problem, as far as Chloe could see, was that it had also turned them into lady killers, one and all.
How could a woman possibly resist those faces? Those bodies? Especially when they came with such great manners?
“That’s very nice of you,” she replied, “but I’m sure you have far more important things to take care of.” And the truth was, while she’d love a tour of his property, she couldn’t help but wish it was Chase offering to give her one, rather than Marcus.
“I love showing people around the winery and vineyards. That’s part of the joy of this for me—watching other people take it in.”
Just then, Chase stepped up. As the two men did their half handshake, half hug, Chloe barely held back a sigh of pure female delight at all that beautifully male testosterone in front of her.
* * *
“I see you’ve already met Chloe,” Chase said to his brother as he fought back the urge to lay claim to Chloe in some obvious way. If she had been anyone else, he would have put a hand on the small of her back, or even slipped his arm around her waist. But he knew better than to do either of those things. Not yet, anyway.
“Sure did,” Marcus replied. “I was just offering to show her around.”
It only took a millisecond—and one pointed look—for the brothers to have a very important silent conversation.
Chase: I know you think she’s pretty. Don’t even think about it, not for a second. She’s mine.
Marcus: I’ve got a girlfriend, remember? Besides, I wasn’t going to lay claim to her. I can see that she’s yours. You’ve got great taste, by the way.
Chase turned to Chloe. “We’re taking a break for lunch, and even though the models don’t always eat, the rest of us do. How about you and I go for a short hike to the top of that hill and have a picnic?” He lifted the basket he’d had Jeremy put together that morning in anticipation of seeing her for lunch.
Fortunately, Marcus deftly let her off the hook from his previous offer by saying, “Looks like you’re in good hands, Chloe. Hopefully I’ll see you tonight for dinner with the rest of the group?”
Chase watched her expression shift to indecision. She’d agreed to stay the day, but now his brother was basically asking her if she was going to stay the night, too.
“I don’t have anything other than this to wear,” she said, gesturing to her clothes. “So, thanks, but it would probably be best if—”
Marcus smoothly cut her refusal off in a show of brotherly love at its finest. “My suit’s coming off as soon as I’m done with my final meeting. Jeans are perfect.”
With Marcus going out of his way to make Chloe comfortable, she finally agreed. “Okay, then. Thanks, I’d love to join you for dinner.”
Chase owed his brother one.
* * *
The two of them hiked up the hillside, and the view took her breath away.
Chase took a waterproof blanket out of the basket and laid it on grass that was still damp from the previous night’s rain shower.
“Wow, you really come prepared.”
“I’ve got a good crew.”
She nodded. “You certainly do. They’re all great.” Jeremy had introduced her to Alice, the stylist; Kalen, the makeup artist; and Francis, who was in charge of lighting. The words, “I enjoyed watching you work,” came out of her mouth before she could hold them inside.
His smile was like a warm caress over her skin. “I liked you being there.” He laughed and admitted, “I was trying not to show off.”
Amazed by how easily he could make her smile, she said, “Most guys don’t admit stuff like that.”
She half expected him to say something like, “I’m not most guys.” Instead, he surprised her yet again by asking, “So, what do you do?”
He was being so careful with her. She felt it in every glance, every word. Even now, when he could so easily have asked her where she was from or why she was running, he was getting to know her another way instead. Just as he hadn’t touched her without her permission last night. It was as if there was a silent agreement between them—he wouldn’t push too far or get in too deep unless she allowed it.
The big question was, would she dare let him in?
Chloe didn’t have an answer. How could she, when she was afraid to even acknowledge the question?
He handed her a gourmet sandwich full of goat cheese and grilled yellow and orange bell peppers, and as she took it from him, she said, “Well, most recently, I’ve been waitressing.”
He nodded. “But what do you like to do?”
Most people would have stopped at her day job. But not Chase. He was truly interested. And that honest interest went a long way toward shoving aside her reluctance to talk about herself.
She paused before answering, “I make quilts.”
People never knew what to make of that. Most assumed it was a hobby. Others just thought it was plain weird or boring. Men, without exception, dismissed it as just another housewife craft. Chase, however, gave her a sincerely interested look.
“Tell me more.”
Downplaying it like she usually did, she said, “I like seeing how fabrics come together in patterns.”
“I don’t know much about the quilting world,” he said, “but I’ve photographed a few quilt shows and art quilts for various publications, and what I’ve learned about technique and the skill that’s involved in making them has been really interesting. I’d love to know more. When did you start?”
Chloe rarely had a chance to wax on about her love for quilting. Not since she’d been a member of a quilting guild years and years ago. She missed those women—and their shared passion—terribly.
Which was probably why she actually found herself telling Chase, “I started quilting when I lost a close friend from college in a car accident. She had been so passionate about it. Her mom actually owned a store in town. It was the only way I could think of to keep up my connection to her. And it gave me something else to think about—the motion of my hands and the needle, the patterns of fabric and shape, the building of something that I could create. Sometimes I can almost feel her watching me from up above with a smile on her face.”
“I’m sure she is.”
Chloe started at Chase’s words. Had she really just said all of that to him? Somehow he had gotten her to talk about her passion for quilting—a subject that would have put nearly every guy on the planet to sleep. But he wasn’t snoring yet. And she found herself wanting to tell him more about herself, more than just her love for quilting.
She wasn’t at all comfortable acknowledging that Chase had just become the exception. And that it had felt so good to share herself with someone who was really listening. Not when she knew that she was being stupid, letting herself think that this fantasy of sitting with a gorgeous guy on a hilltop in Napa Valley had anything to do with her real life.
It didn’t.
She put down her sandwich and made herself face him, but before she could say anything, he said, “Uh-oh. That’s not a good look.”
She wasn’t going to smile. There was no place for grinning when she needed to set him straight, when she was about to make her position on the two of them perfectly clear.
“Why are you being so nice to me?”
“I like you.”
The glow his words caused was too bright. Too warm. Forcing herself to blot it out, she said, “You don’t know me.”
“I’m starting to.”
No pause. No smooth words. No trying to charm her into agreeing with him. Didn’t he realize just how much harder his honest responses were making this for her?
“Is this what you do?”
“What am I doing?”
“You keep helping me, making me breakfast, asking Jeremy to be nice to me all day.”
He frowned, and she could see that he was confused. “Is there something wrong with wanting to make you smile?”
Oh. Wow. Why did he have to say that?
She couldn’t think of any other man who’d simply wanted to make her smile. Not even the man she’d married. Especially not the man she’d married.
Frustrated with herself for being so soft—so easy to turn to goo—she made herself come at him one more time with, “I get it if you’re into saving people, but—”
“I’m not a saint, Chloe.”
His low voice cut her accusation off in midstream, and she found herself unable to look away from his serious expression.
“I’ll always take care of my family,” he continued, “but I’ve never gone out looking for women who need to be saved. And even though I hope you’ll soon trust me enough to tell me what happened to you, trying to boost my own ego by saving you is not why I asked you to stay.”
Feeling like a big jerk for doing anything and everything she could think of to try to keep herself from doing something really, really stupid like falling for him, she said, “Look, Chase, you really have been nice.” Despite having been slow to hand her a towel last night, she silently amended with a flush. “But, despite how great you’ve been—” she purposefully left off a reminder as to what she’d been doing in the bathtub the night before “—we’re not going to…well…you know.”
Ugh. She wasn’t used to having conversations like this.
She half expected—half wanted—him to tell her she was wrong. That they were, in fact, most definitely going to end up doing well-you-know if she stuck around much longer.
Instead, his expression grew even more serious. “Earlier, when we were out in the vineyard, when I asked you to stay, you didn’t want to. But I didn’t let up until you finally gave in.” He ran a hand through his hair, clearly upset with himself. “I would never want to force you to do something you don’t want to do, Chloe. I don’t ever want to take something from you that you don’t want to give me.”
This was the perfect opening. It was her chance to tell him she’d never had any intention of staying, to make it clear that there was not going to be any further connection between them, and that it was time for her to be moving on.
So then, why did she find herself saying, “You didn’t force me to stay. I wanted to stay.”
The pure truth of that statement resonated within her solar plexus. Because it turned out the truth didn’t care if she wanted it to be true, or not.
“I want to stay,” she said again in a firmer voice. She wanted to spend more time with Chase. She shouldn’t. But she did. “But I don’t want to be in the way.”
“You could never be in the way,” he said. And then with a grin that was softer this time, and somehow even more potent, he said, “You were saying something about how you and I aren’t going to…?” He paused, letting the unsaid words hang in the air between them.
She should have come back with a quick retort, something to put him in his place. But right at that moment, with the Napa Valley sun shining down on her and grapevines budding to life across rolling hills as far as the eye could see, there was nothing left but honesty.
“I haven’t had a male friend in a very long time.”
He was silent for a long moment, and even though the butterflies in her stomach had her keeping her eyes on the horizon, she could feel his gaze on her.
“I’d be honored to be your friend, Chloe.”
Her breath caught in her throat then, and she liked him so much it was almost impossible not to grab him and kiss him.
Sure that he could hear her heart beating in her chest because it was so loud to her own ears, instead of kissing him, she had to be content with whispering, “I like you, too.”
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