Rich Uncle(II)

Leila's POV:

Chase was an enigma, wrapped in a headache, tied with a bow of exasperation. And right now, I was dangerously close to tearing that bow off and strangling him with it.

The evening had started innocently enough. It was Ash's birthday, and he'd been begging me for weeks to take him to the circus. Like the sucker I am for those puppy-dog eyes, I'd finally caved. Everything was going fine until, of course, Chase managed to "accidentally" bump into us at the rink. How he'd found us in the middle of a random hotel washroom in a random city was beyond me. Mate bond? Creepy stalker tendencies? The jury's still out.

It had been fine at first with the ice cream and then the roller skating. Chase was surprisingly good on skates, gliding around with Ash like he was born to it. I almost enjoyed seeing them together—Ash giggling as Chase performed ridiculous spins and loops to entertain him. Almost.