"Hel-lo, gorgeous." Phoebe looked around as she stepped out of Zane's truck. Standing next to the passenger door was a tall teenager with bright, inquisitive eyes and a welcoming smile. He looked enough like Adam Levine to make it easy for her to guess his identity. "You must be Chase," she said. "In the flesh. And you're Phoebe." He looked her over from head to toe, then sighed. "Maya said a lot of great things about you, but she never mentioned you were a goddess." The outrageous compliment made Phoebe laugh. "Hardly," she protested, knowing that with her brown hair, brown eyes and unspectacular features she was little more than average. "My heart is pounding a mile a minute," Chase said, moving closer. "Want to feel?" The driver's side door slammed shut. "Don't you have chores?" Zane growled. Chase took a step back, and his smile cranked down about 50 percent. "All done. Even the extra ones you gave me. I got started early so I could be finished to welcome Phoebe."