A review by ab18
Texas! Chase by Sandra Brown

4.0

The author continues the story smoothly from Texas! Lucky. Chase’s pain over his loss is realistic without him being an absolute monster about it. He quickly apologizes anytime his grief gets the best of him and causes him to lash out at the heroine. He’s pretty much always aware when he crosses a line.
I appreciate that Marcie gave him direction out of his misery without actually doing all the saving.
Marcie was a great heroine. She’s so cooly confident while still retaining a very human vulnerability. She doesn’t give in to histrionics or self doubt, she just marches on. I don’t see her behavior as stalkerish. Chase was her vision of an ideal male all throughout hs and college. She moved on to other relationships after that but wouldn’t allow herself to settle for someone she didn’t fully care for. She only became reacquainted with Chase right before he suffered his loss. She waited a long time for Chase to make use of the house his wife always wanted and when he never moved in, she got her hands on it and turned it into what she hoped would be his sanctuary. There’s no mention of her knowing his favorite food or music as one reviewer suggests, and how would she begin to know his preferred design style when Chase doesn’t seem like someone who ever thought about it himself?
I truly don’t believe she ever thought she would marry him until much later on. Nothing in her behavior indicated that she thought they’d end up together. She hadn’t even seen him for ages since the accident. I wish Brown had given us more chapters from her p.o.v but we do know she clearly had a successful career and social life without Chase.
I also liked that she was an older heroine.
Again, like with Lucky’s story, I feel like more was added to the plot than was needed but it was a sweet story.
Side note:The pre 2000s were quite a time. I couldn’t understand why so many characters were driving after downing alcohol until I looked it up and realized legal limits are a pretty recent thing. Who knew?