Chase MeBook Four in the Holmes Brothers Series
Farrah Rochon
Contents
Chase Me
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Epilogue
Also by Farrah Rochon
Deliver Me
About the Author
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ISBN: 978-1-938125-36-2
Chase Me
What was she thinking?
The last thing Indina Holmes needs in her life is three days on the open seas with her loving but nosy family. But that’s exactly what she’s in store for her when her brother guilts her into joining the Holmes family reunion cruise. When she needs a cabin mate at the last minute, her only option is the co-worker she’s been sleeping with for the past year. Now, she just has to keep her family from trying to play matchmaker.
What was he thinking?
For the past eight months, Griffin Sims has pretended to be okay with the co-worker-with-benefits arrangement he’s had going with Indina, but he wants more than just her body. He wants a real relationship. Indina’s invitation to join her on a cruise is exactly the opportunity Griffin has been looking for to prove to the woman who has been sharing his bed that it’s time for her to share her heart.
Chapter 1
Squinting against the sun’s vibrant rays peeking annoyingly through the mahogany custom-made blinds, Indina Holmes executed a full body stretch across the silky 1000 thread count sheets. Her previously tense muscles were now loose and languid after the early morning workout she’d just been subjected to in this bed. Thank God for that particular kind of workout. She’d needed it like a man roaming the desert needed water.
It had been dark when she’d arrived nearly an hour ago, but judging by the dawn’s insistent intrusion on her postcoital relaxation, it was past time for her to go.
“I don’t want to,” Indina half groaned, half whined as her eyes focused on the ceiling fan twirling lazily above her.
You can’t stay in this bed all day.
Especially not today, when the culmination of countless meetings, hours of field research, and more time at her design desk than Indina wanted to think about, would finally be put forth before the executive committee responsible for several new federal and state buildings that would be built in the city of New Orleans. Her team’s performance today would determine if they landed a billion-dollar contract.
And just like that, the tension was back. Too bad she didn’t have time to go for another round between the sheets.
Indina sucked in an uneasy breath as she glanced over at the digital clock on the nightstand.
Shit.
If she didn’t get out of here soon she would be late for work. She cursed herself for not bringing her work clothes with her when she left her house earlier this morning.
With one last stretch across the king-size bed, Indina pushed herself up into a sitting position. She could hear the shower’s powerful jets coming from just beyond the bathroom door, and cursed herself again. Five minutes in that shower would get rid of the lingering tension in her muscles, with or without the water.
Tossing her legs over the edge of the bed, she walked over to the sitting area and picked up her bra and panties from the chair where she normally dropped them whenever she was here, which had been more often than usual in the past month. Between work and family, her stress levels were at an all-time high. Thank the ever-loving Lord she had a reliable outlet to expend the nervous energy constantly flowing through her bloodstream these days.
Indina slipped her panties on and threaded her arms through the bra’s straps, clasping it in the back. Just as she reached for the cotton shirtdress she’d thrown on before coming over, her cell phone rang. She walked back over to where she’d left it on the nightstand, and rolled her eyes when she noticed her brother’s name on the screen.
With a sigh, Indina sat on the edge of the bed and swept her thumb across the green button.
“Is there a reason you’re calling me before eight a.m.?” she spoke into the phone.
“Good morning to you too,” her older brother replied.
She ignored the reprimand in his voice.
“What do you need, Harrison? And there had better be a good reason for you calling me at this time of the morning.”
“I need the final head count for the Holmes family reunion cruise. Are you in or are you out? And before you answer that, I want you to think about your newly widowed father and how heartbroken he would be if his only daughter did not participate in this reunion.”
She released a disgusted breath. “I hate you so much.”
“That was very convincing. It’s a good thing I know you don’t mean it.”
“I mean it,” she said.
“Would you just give me the go-ahead to mark you down on the list so I can send the names to the travel agent?” Her brother’s harassed voice made her feel marginally better. But only marginally.
Indina massaged the bridge of her nose. She loved her family, but these days she could only take them in small doses. She visited her dad at least once during the week—even more if she could—and tried to make as many Sunday dinners as possible, but that was only a few hours out of her day, and once her brothers started eating, there was very little talking. Could she survive being stuck on a cruise ship with them for three days without going straight-up insane?
And it wasn’t limited to her pesky brothers this time around. The entire Holmes clan would be there. Her late Uncle Wesley’s three sons, Alexander, Elijah and Tobias, along with their wives
