Chase Shaw was in agony in the car. Several times, he wanted to just go straight home.
If he just lay on their bed, he could smell their mixed pheromones—and it wasn't just the bed; the scent was everywhere.
He had no idea how long he'd been waiting, but just as he felt himself growing more and more irritable, the car door opened.
His eyes snapped open. Seeing it was the person he'd been longing for, he yanked her forcefully into his arms.
"Zoe Pierce, you're so cruel." Chase Shaw glanced at his Intelligent Brain; four hours had passed.
'The procedure just now shouldn't have taken this long.'
Chase Shaw's embrace was impossible to resist. Zoe Pierce patted his back and reminded him, "Close the door."
The Hovercar door slid shut the moment she spoke.
The suppression patch on the back of her neck was torn off and tossed aside mere seconds after she got in the car.
He started kissing the nape of her neck again. "What took you so long? Were you doing it on purpose?"
