After all, he was a platinum selling artist at the top of the charts. She was on the brink of being a country music has-been. She might need him, but he certainly didn’t need her. And he probably wanted nothing to do with the mixed signals she gave off. Instead, Chase surprised her with an early morning phone call and invitation to breakfast at a diner close to Keith’s office. Maybe she hadn’t completely blown everything. Or maybe he just wanted to give her the news in person. He’d changed his mind. The duet was off and he was heading back east. Assume the worst much, Kenzie? Well, it was the same diner where Carey gave her the news that her new single bombed on the charts. “Morning.” Chase greeted her with a smile. He wore a red T-shirt, jeans, and the same combat boots from the day before, and sported an extra day’s growth of beard, which suited him. In fact, it made him even sexier. “Hi,”
