"I guess I should," Kiley said, standing and zipping her jeans. "Though I'm sure it's much more fun for Them to spring it on me." She started back down the stairs and pushed her hair behind her ears. "You don't have to come with me if you don't want too." Even as she said it, Kiley got a small, but potent, whiff of cologne. The scent was a familiar one. One that tended to trigger anxiety and icy, fearful anticipation inside of her. Apparently being twenty four years old has done nothing to bury those memories of her childhood.
She paused and felt her pulse quicken. Her eyes followed Chase, but she had never known him to wear cologne. "Are you wearing something?" She asked, her tone tight despite her best efforts to sound casual. "Cologne or something?" There was that instinct to flee and hide, which made her feel ridiculous, considering she was an adult and her dad was dead.