Chapter 143

When I arrived at the café, Chase was already there, sitting at the same table as last time. He'd dressed up more than usual—hair perfectly styled, a crisp blue shirt, and that cologne he used to wear whenever he wanted to impress me. It was obvious he hadn't come here just to talk.

"Tessa," he said, standing up when he saw me. He leaned in to kiss my cheek, but I stepped back.

"Chase," I replied