#Blocked by Savannah Thomas

Author:Savannah Thomas [Thomas, Savannah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Melange Books, LLC

Chapter Nineteen

Winter squinted her eyes and shook her head. “Can you afford this?” she whispered.

He closed his eyes for a second then exhaled. “What do you mean?”

She gave him a look like Come on, I’m not stupid.

“Well,” he leaned close to her ear, “Let’s just keep this between us.”

She noticed Stan and Camilla get back up and commence the dog photo shoot, but the room was quieter than usual. Winter brought up the notepad on the laptop.

She typed: That was incredibly nice of you.

He smiled and typed: Thanks, but it’s no big deal.

Her eyebrows raised and she typed: Are you kidding me? That’s a lot of money.

He typed: My family has a lot of money so it’s really no big deal.

She typed: You should tell people. It could help your reputation.

He typed: People will believe what they want to believe, no matter what I do.

She typed: I don’t believe that.

He hesitated, then typed: Well, you think I’m an asshole. You judged me from stuff you read about me. Stuff from my past. And a lot of it wasn’t even true. So…

Winter was about to type something but stopped herself. She noticed Camilla glance over at them before handing the leashed dog over to Stan. Camilla then put a cage on the table and tried to coax a scared cat out.

Winter stood up. “I’ll help you, Cammy.”

“Winter.” Bo took her hand gently.

A wave of warmth…of comfort…swept through her body. He looked serious, like they were never going to see each other again. She slowly pulled her hand away and typed the following words into the computer:

I don’t think you’re an asshole. I just didn’t trust you before. Now I do. She turned away briefly before quickly adding: And I came to that conclusion before you gave the money.

She went over to help Camilla who was talking in a baby voice to the cat. “Damn, I’m probably scaring the poor thing,” Cammy said and stood up to adjust her sagging sweatpants.

Winter laughed, savoring the rare moment of feeling anxiety-free. She could hear people talking loudly in the hallway and realized Bo had moved over to John’s chair and laptop. When they were finally able to get the cat out and sitting on a table—thanks to a lot of treats—Winter got a text from an unknown number.

It read: Forgive me, but I got your phone number from John’s unsecure computer. Are you free this evening? (This is Bo Blaine, by the way).

Winter looked up and Bo was smiling but his eyebrows brooded.

She texted back: Yes I’m free. Why do you ask?

He read the text and immediately replied: Can I take you on a date?

Winter’s heart skipped a beat. Their eyes locked and everything felt right. After a few long seconds, she nodded.

His face relaxed with relief and when he clasped his hands behind his head, his sleeves rolled down showing a canvas of vivid colors, lines, and shapes. Art, Winter thought. He is art.

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