Post by Chase Firebrand on Aug 3, 2010 14:28:10 GMT -5
Chase stood staring at the door for some indeterminable time after it had closed, reigning himself in and reminding himself of all the reasons he shouldn't even consider acting on his baser thoughts. It was several minutes before he caught up the parchment she'd given him and looked it over, then uprooted his feet to round his desk. He would make certain that everything was in place before supper. Things would go smoothly for her, no matter what he had to do to to make it so.
