"Something..." Kiley trailed off, aware that her answer was vague. She knew it was weird, but she walked over to Chase to sniff his neck. He would never purposely put on that cologne. He didn't know much of anything about her dad beyond the basics. And Chase certainly wouldn't have known her dad wore Stetson. Way too much Stetson. The smell had been strong, so she knew it wasn't just in her head. But now she only smelled Chase. That didn't stop the shiver that went through her. It was amazing that just one, brief trigger to her childhood could seep her of energy. Kiley still wanted to go find a closet and hide. It was like she was expecting someone to start rattling at Chase's doorknob.
Kiley stepped back, craving another cigarette. "It was just... smelled like my dad's cologne in the room." She rubbed at the goosebumps on her arm. "Not sure where that came from. It's nothing. Sorry."