Kiss Me (Fool's Gold series) by Susan Mallery Read Free Book Online Page A

like asking about bull sperm to shut down a conversational exchange.
    “Twenty minutes, huh?” Chase glanced back at her over his shoulder and grinned. “I’m impressed. Most people get a grunt. He must really like you.”
    Phoebe laughed again. “Yeah. He was so overpoweringly impressed he couldn’t wait to get away.”
    She followed Chase up the front steps onto a wide porch that seemed to wrap around the whole house. While the teenager had a long way to go before he was as hunky as his older brother, he was still pretty impressive. Good-looking, funny, easy to talk to.
    “I’ve been had,” she muttered more to herself than to him.
    “What do you mean?”
    “Maya got me out here early by implying you were neglected and pitiful all on your own. I thought I was going to be rescuing a lost waif.”
    Chase winked. “I am. Can’t you tell? Zane practically keeps me chained up in my room.”
    “Uh-huh. I’m all in tears over your broken spirit.”
    Chase chuckled, then led the way into the house. They entered a large foyer that opened up into a living room big enough to hold an international peace conference. The furniture—chintz-covered chairs and a matching dark red sofa—wasn’t new, but it looked cared for and comfortable. Several other rooms led off the foyer, but Chase headed for the stairs, and Phoebe was forced to follow. She told herself there would be plenty of time to explore later, and the house would be worth the wait.
    Even the little bit she could see was amazing. She’d never seen anything like the intricately carved stair rail, and she’d been in plenty of million-dollar-plus mansions. Old photographs lined the stairway wall, and she caught glimpses of black-and-white pictures of multiple generations of men who looked nearly as handsome as Zane.
    At the top of the stairs, the landing led both left and right. Chase went right and stopped in front of a door at the end of the hall.
    “You’re in Maya’s old room,” he said. “There are two beds. Normally you wouldn’t have to share, but with everyone else arriving, we’re a little tight on space.”
    For the second time since she’d met him, Phoebe saw the humor fade from Chase’s eyes. His mouth twisted slightly.
    “I don’t mind if Maya doesn’t,” she said. “Plus, I’m here first, so I get to pick the good bed, right?”
    Chase’s smile returned. “Right.”
    He pushed open the door and carried her suitcases inside. Phoebe followed. The room was large and bright, done in various shades of lavender. A pansy-print wallpaper decorated the walls from the white chair rail up, with lavender paint on the bottom half. Two beds sat on either side of a big window covered with crisp white curtains. There was a dresser topped with a TV against one wall, two doors on another and a second window on a third.
    “There’s a bathroom in there,” Chase said, setting her luggage on one of the beds. “The other door is the closet.”
    “It’s great.”
    “Want to see my room?”
    Chase might be seventeen, but at that moment, he looked about ten. She nodded.
    “I’d love to.”
    “Sweet.”
    He led her back down the hall to a room just off the stairs. Phoebe stepped into a messy room with a full-size bed, a massive computer and more electronic equipment than she’d ever seen outside of a Best Buy. Dials glowed, lights flashed, boxes beeped. Circuit boards lay scattered like so many discarded toys.
    Chase sank into the only chair in the room and began typing on the keyboard.
    “A couple of my friends and I are working on some really great special effects on the computer. You know, for websites. We’re also working on a robot, but it’s not going that great. I think the main problem is in the programming, but it’s hard to tell because everything else is screwed up, too.”
    He finished typing and pushed back from the desk. Phoebe stepped forward and saw a three-dimensional swirling object on the screen. Chase handed her a pair of 3-D