Willow laughed. Chase and Bridget smiled knowingly at each other. Chase turned back to me. “If I were a betting man, I’d say it’ll happen sooner rather than later.” He winked and tucked Bridget’s books into the rolling cart that he was lugging around for her. “Pleasure meeting you, Ms. West.” I smiled. “Likewise.” He took Bridget’s hand, linking their fingers together. “Who you wanna see next, darlin’?”
