Page 113 of Need You To Choose Me

Savannah’s been quiet, and I’ve been trying to give her space, not that I liked it. No, I didn’t like it one bit, so I did the only thing I knew—I exercised.

My legs are burning by the time I’m done with my work out for today when my phone buzzes again. I expect it’s Andrew with some kind of an update, but it’s not him.

Blondie:

There are packages on my front porch.

Grabbing a towel, I wipe the sweat off my face as a grin spreads over my mouth just as another message pops up.

Blondie:

Why are there a gazillion packages on my front porch?

Blake:

You went shopping?

Blondie:

You know damn well I didn’t.

Yes, I knew she wouldn’t. Hell, I was pretty sure that if somebody pointed a gun at Savannah’s head and told her to spend my money, she wouldn’t do it. That’s why I decided to take things into my own hands.

Blondie:

Blake?

Blake:

Yes, Blondie?

Blondie:

What the hell did you do?

I push to my feet and make my way out of the gym.

Some of the stuff that I ordered was heavy, and I didn’t want Savannah to get any ideas in her head about carrying those on her own. Or, knowing her, she’ll probably try to return them.

“Hey, I’ll be—” I stop in my tracks when I come to the living room just in time to see a book fall on Daniel’s face. “What the hell are you doing?”

He pulls the book back, his face coming into view. The bruises have started to heal, which means that instead of intense purples, his skin was colored in different shades of yellows, blues, and greens.

“Studying.”

“Mm-hmm, I can see that.”

He sits up, closing the book without a backward glance. So much for studying.

“Where are you going?”

“Over to Savannah’s. She got some packages, so I’m going to carry them inside.”

“I can help.”

His words make me pause for a moment, surprised by his offer. “You want to help?”

“I mean, if you don’t want me there…” Daniel shrugs, trying to play it cool, but I can see him already retreating into himself.

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