Chapter 8

Chloe watched Brady through her bedroom window as he walked up the steps of her house. She ran down the stairs to meet him. Before he could even ring the doorbell she opened the door. "Hi." He said.
"Hi." Chloe walked out onto the porch with him. "Brady, we have to talk."
Brady looked at her out of the corner of his eye. "We already did."
"I know but...I have to ask you something."
"What?"
"Why are you doing this? This isn't like you, Brady. I've spent enough time with you that I know that you're not the type of person to just pour out your heart to someone."
Brady sighed. "That's what I thought, too. And I tried to tell myself it was only because you're so beautiful-but it didn't work. Somewhere inside myself I knew that I loved you for everything you are and everything you've ever wanted to be. For the wonderful person I know you are. And I went for a long time without telling you. But then I realized if I didn't tell you, you'd just keep on talking about Phillip, and hurting me unintentionally. I took a chance and told you how I felt, and look where its got me." He leaned against the porch rail and looked at her. "Maybe I should have never told you."
"No," Chloe protested, "I'm glad you did."
Brady didn't speak, just walked down the steps and started toward his car. Chloe stood there on the porch, watching him. Brady looked over his shoulder at her and said, "You coming?"
Chloe began walking down the steps. "Where are we going?" She asked.
Brady shrugged. "Hell if I know. Let's just get out of here."
Chloe smiled at him, and Brady's face broke into a crooked grin. "C'mon." He said and got in the car. She got in beside him and looked over at him. Brady kissed her hard on the mouth. Chloe gasped, caught off guard. "Brady-what-"
Brady grinned and his blue eyes sparkled. "Get used to it, Diva. Maybe you don't love me, but I'll be damned if I'll resist another impulse to kiss you." Chloe huffed angrily and crossed her arms. Brady couldn't stop smiling. He flipped down the sunvisor and pulled out of her driveway, whistling. Things were looking up.