Roses From a Billionaire by Beverly Farr

Author:Beverly Farr [Farr, Beverly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary
ISBN: 9781724187734
Google: TPgWvQEACAAJ
Publisher: Amazon Digital Services LLC - Kdp Print Us
Published: 2018-10-08T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

PHILIP

It took three and half hours to fly from San Antonio to New York City. We were met at the airport by a driver and a limousine. The driver handed me a package that contained a new, charged iPhone with all of my data. I was relieved to be connected to the world again. During the hour drive to the hospital, I checked my email and messages, and fortunately there was nothing that I couldn’t ignore for another day.

I saw Winnie watching me. She asked, “Are you a workaholic?”

“That depends on your definition. My father thinks I am.”

She said, “Shawn is a workaholic, too.”

Shawn. The name of her fiancé was like a bucket of cold water poured over my head. I needed to remember that she was getting married in six weeks. I smiled. “What about you?” I asked casually. “Are you a workaholic, too?”

“I don’t think I am. When I leave work, I rarely think about it at home. But I suppose I get obsessive sometimes and stay up too late working on my YouTube channel.”

I remembered the name of her channel: Pretty City Gal. I looked it up online and watched one of her videos. Winnie was darling: cute and funny as she talked about different ways to tie a scarf.

“You’re good at this,” I said. I was surprised that she had only a few thousand followers. “Maybe I should hire you to do some of Nilsson’s commercials.”

Winnie blushed. “Please, don’t watch them when I’m here. It’s embarrassing. I never know what to say.”

I said, “In the video you told viewers to always carry a scarf. Do you have one with you today?”

She smiled. “Of course I do.”

“Let’s see it then. Prove it.”

She opened her purse and withdrew a folded scarf – a large white square with navy polka dots. As I watched, she tied it over her hair and wrapped it around her neck, tucking in the corners somehow. She said, “This is an Audrey Hepburn look with a little bow in the side. See?”

“Nice,” I said, amazed that any woman could look so pretty after a long day. Winnie had the most expressive eyes and a cute plump mouth that was made for kissing.

But her mouth was not for me.

She smiled and looked out the limousine windows. “How soon will we get there?”

“Maybe ten minutes,” I said and looked away, telling myself not to stare at her.

When we got to the hospital, it was almost midnight, but Jenna was waiting for us in a private room. Jenna looked quite a bit like Winnie with blonde hair and similar features. She was pale and wore a hospital gown that tied in the back. She lay on a bed and had an IV drip attached to her hand. There were machines that showed her heart rate and what I assumed was the baby’s heart rate. Jenna beamed and held out her arms when she saw Winnie. “You came!” she exclaimed. “I was getting worried.”

“Of course, I came,” Winne said as she hugged her.

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