Chase sat back and rubbed his flat stomach with his minimal deck of cards. “You weren’t lying. You’re seriously kicking my ass.” Tarrah grinned. “What can I say? I had a lot of free time to play during my childhood.” “Yeah, that’s pretty crazy living in all the places you lived.” Tarrah slouched a bit, but tried not to let on how much his comment affected her. “Yeah, well, what about you? I still haven’t been to California. What’s it like there?” “Hot. Let’s get back into this.” He rubbed his palms together, gearing up for another round. Why did it seem like he just dodged her statement? Shrugging it off, she lifted her hand to start again. “Ugh, this is terrible.” Chase’s face contorted as he glanced up to the break room speakers. “Christmas music can be so cheesy when it isn’t the classics.” Tarrah crossed her arms. “I happen to like N*Sync.” He smirked. “Why am I not surprised? You and about every other twenty-something girl living in the continental United States.
