Page 66 of Tormented Billionaire Romance Series

“And I got so much heat from my classmates. It was the worst memory ever.”

I let out my laughter, holding my belly as I did. She took my arm and tugged me to the end of the aisle while laughing herself.

“Clara!” she said through giggles. “Stop it.”

“What? I like that memory. It makes me laugh.”

“At my expense, sure.”

I shook my head. “Alright, tell me one you remember of me.”

“There was that time you couldn't say the word 'library' correctly.”

“Ugh, don't even remind me.”

She chuckled. “You kept saying 'lie-berry' even when Mom corrected you.”

“Shh, don't say that too loud. There could be eligible bachelors around.”

“You mean like Levon?”

I pushed her playfully as we skipped and laughed our way to my car. I leaned against the door, allowing the rest of my giggles to leave my body.

I shook my head. “Alright, we should get this haul home.”

“I'll see you in ten minutes, okay?”

“Do you want me to grab food on the way?”

“I was going to make a salad with our finds when we got home.”

I hummed hungrily. “That's a good idea.”

“Drive safe, okay?”

“Of course. You, too!”

I hopped into my car as Laura walked away. I set the basket into the passenger seat and smiled to myself in the rear view mirror, feeling light and content. My sister always made me feel better. Even though we had talked about Levon, I didn't feel too awful.

In fact, I wasn't sure what I was feeling. As I made my way carefully out of the farmer's market parking lot, I tapped the steering wheel pensively. I pulled out onto the main road and started heading back to my sister's house with my head full of possibilities.

And Levon.

CHAPTER17

Levon

I hummedas I wiped down the kitchen counter. I glanced peacefully out the kitchen window to study the garden, noticing the bright flowers that popped up in every corner.

I smiled. “The tulips look nice, Mom.”

“Thanks, Levon. I worked double on those rows. I just hope the gardenias start to sprout up.”

“I'm sure they will.”

She popped up next to me and dug her hands into the sink, dipping beneath the surface of the water to find dishes. She lifted one and began scrubbing it rhythmically.

“Why don't you go rest for a while?” she suggested. “You helped with lunch. Let me clean up the rest.”

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