Page 126 of Need You To Choose Me

And I might have broken a rule here or there.

Blondie:

You can’t tell me you didn’t have girls falling at your feet.

Blake:

I didn’t say that, but I never paid them too much attention, I was too focused on playing the game.

I bet I would have noticed you.

Blondie:

You wouldn’t. Nobody ever noticed me.

Blake:

Idiots, all of them. But their loss is my gain.

So about our previous conversation…

Don’t you go thinking I forgot about that, Miss Parker.

Blondie:

Look at that, the warning bell just went off…

Blake:

You’re no fun, Miss Parker.

Blondie:

I’m lots of fun!

I didn’t miss this at all.

Instead of being home with my kids or helping Savannah with the nursery, I was stuck in freaking traffic, trying to make my way to the Lonestars’ facilities during rush hour.

The day had been dragging on between working on the commercial, doing a few photoshoots, and interviews; I was beat. The only reason why I pushed through had been because I was texting with Savannah during the day. I wasn’t a big texter, but it was fun talking to her.Flirting.Getting to know her.

After everything that happened yesterday and the way she reacted, I wondered if leaving was a good thing and if maybe I should postpone it. I fucking hated seeing her like that, so small and insecure. Granted, I could have probably phrased it better, which was my own freaking fault. She was hurt too many times, so it wasn’t really surprising she was guarded now, always expecting people to leave.

Well, I wasn’t going anywhere, and I was determined to show it to her no matter what.

Then there was the other little tidbit.

I’m falling for you.

I didn’t plan on telling her that. Not just yet. She wasn’t ready to hear those words, but now they were out, and there was no taking them back. Not that I wanted to take them back. I meant every single word I said. I was in love with Savannah. It was completely unexpected, but now that she was in our lives, I couldn’t imagine it without her.

The music on the radio dies down when my phone connects with a call. I glance toward the screen, my brows pulling together when I see Mrs. Maxwell’s name. Levi generally used her phone to call me, but not until later in the evening before going to bed, and they’ve barely finished with school.

I press the answer button. “Hey, Mrs. M., how are things going?”

“Hey, Blake, I’m so sorry to bother you.”

Something about the tone of her voice has me sitting straighter in my seat. “It’s no bother. Is everything okay? Are you all fine?”

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