Chasing Casey by Jane Anthony

Author:Jane Anthony [Anthony, Jane]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B01MZ2KXIF
Goodreads: 32860306
Publisher: Jane Anthony
Published: 2017-01-16T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 17

AJ

DAY BREAKS OVER the horizon as I load Casey’s bags in the truck. The sky is purple, and the streets are silent. I love this time of morning. When the Earth’s still sleeping and no one is around to disturb the scenery.

It’s one of the reasons I chose this house. It sits at the end of a dead end street, across the way from undeveloped, county-owned property. Only one house is next to mine, and a woman who’s about two hundred years old owns it. She never comes outside. Every so often, I’ll see a delivery guy bringing in groceries, but that’s the extent of it. My own quiet oasis from the commotion of life.

It’s not that noise bothers me. I am a drummer, after all. It’s just that sometimes it’s nice to be able to shut the world out. Close the door and bask in the silence for a minute.

The slam of the storm door echoes through the quiet neighborhood as Casey comes out of the house. It’s June, but already far too hot by New Jersey standards. Her shorts barely cover her, making her shapely legs go on and on without end. She’s graceful, like a dancer. Slender and long. I watch her come toward me, taking the last of her things from her hands when she gets here. The only thing I want to do is drag her back inside the house and take those shorts back off her, but our time together has run out.

“We should get going if you want to make your flight. You ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” She sighs.

We haven’t even gotten on the road yet, and she already looks tired. She didn’t sleep well. She tossed and turned, flipping her pillows and fiddling with the blankets. Something about going home has her on edge. Casey shouldn’t have to do this alone. I wish I could go with her, but I can’t. Jill needs me. “Oh, I think I left my phone plugged in on the counter.”

She turns back toward the house, but I stop her. “You go ahead in the truck. I got it.”

I jog back to the house to grab the pink camouflage Samsung and smile when I see my picture as her background. She took this photo just the other day. I was lying in my bed, wrapped in crisp black sheets, hugging my pillow under my arm. She whispered, “Wake up, sleepyhead,” and the moment my eye cracked open, she snapped it.

Casey’s already settled in the truck when I emerge. Her golden head shines in the sunlight as she sings along to whatever’s playing on the radio. Pink lips move without a care in the world. She’s always so shy about singing along. I watch her when she thinks I’m not paying attention. She mouths the words silently to herself, but alone in my truck, she lets it all out. It’s damn hot.

Carrie Underwood belts out of my speakers at a shockingly loud decibel as I pull open the door.

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