Chance Lost by Jo Larue Read Free Book Online

was glad he was honest about the schedule. Besides, permits and such would take at least a week, if not more.
     
    Chance asked him to go ahead and design her a barn and stable for horses. She would need a garage for her two and four wheeled toys, with a repair area. She asked him to get a permit to install her own gassing station, which would mean more permits and more digging to install underground tanks. Why not go for the gusto? She thought as she made those last minute decisions. Self-contained meant exactly how it sounded. She wanted no reason to interact with outsiders any more than was necessary.
     
    Chance giggled as she thought about the locals, and them calling her a recluse some day in the future. She really liked people; she just didn’t trust them much. Holding more faith in animals than the two-legged variety. She wanted to trust, she really did. Thinking about the subject, Sylas came to mind. He felt trustworthy to her, like someone she wanted to know more about. He was gentle, thoughtful, and very intuitive when it came to her. It didn’t hurt that he sported a rocking hard ass body. Her knees tended to liquefy when he smiled at her. On the one occasion she touched him during the fight, she could tell he was all muscle.
     
    Chance spent the rest of her Saturday packing up the clothes she would never wear again, cleaning house, and getting in a good workout.
    When Chance woke up on Sunday morning, she found the husky waiting on her porch again. He followed along when she went out for a long run in the fresh morning air. It was nice to have him there for a change as it took away some of the boredom running tended to bring with it.
     
    Running gave free time to think more about the fight and the two men she met. The more she thought about it, the more unsettled she became. Things had gotten way out of control and fast, much faster than she was prepared for. Chance shook it off and chalked it up to lesson learned. Next time she played, it would be against someone not quite so drunk. She turned her thoughts once again to Sylas. She felt the old soul in him and wanted to learn more about him and hoped to do exactly that today.
     
    Chance really liked his friend, Jack, too. They both made her laugh and it felt good. When she arrived back home, the dog yipped and took off, but she didn’t pay it any mind. She was sure he lived in a house nearby. She showered quickly and dressed in low cut skinny jeans and a red tank top. She decided to trust for a change and let Sylas drive her up to Jack’s place.
     
    Chance put minimal makeup on and pulled out a black leather jacket that reached her hips. She was still commando under her clothes, preferring it to bothersome underwear. Bras, in her opinion, should be banned. They were uncomfortable in too many ways to count.
     
    It wasn’t warm enough yet to go swimming, so she didn’t bother with swimwear. Piling her hair into a bun, Chance used a single chopstick to hold it in place. Her mane was heavy, so nothing else was needed. A quick twist and done. All her necessities were in her jacket and boots; weapons, cell phone, and wallet.
     
    Chance called Sylas and gave him directions to her house. While waiting for his arrival, she made them something to eat. She’d skipped breakfast and was starving, and hoped he was too. Brunch was tuna salad, crackers, and some sliced Gouda cheese. She added fresh fruit and chilled some sparkling cider. It wasn’t much but it would help ease the hunger pains. She didn’t want to drink beer on an empty stomach.
     
    Right as she was pulling down some glasses, she heard his Harley rumbling in her driveway. A minute later the doorbell rang. Here goes nothing. You can do this, Chance. Time to allow some trust in your life, she thought as she walked towards the door.
     
    Taking a deep breath, she opened it and stared. Sylas stood in the doorway in jeans and a t-shirt, looking fine and totally GQ centerfold worthy. She started at his