Page 29 of Worth the Risk

“He kept saying he wanted to visit me and meet my uncles. He was more serious about us than I was. I just don’t see us working out in the long run, you know?”

Oh, I know.Another guy bites the dust.

“Are you sure that’s what you want? You were into him before you came home from college.”

“I should be missing him terribly and thinking about him every hour of the day. Hell, if he didn’t text me, I would have forgotten he existed. So, yes, I’m sure this is what I want.”

When she puts it like that, I get it. I met a guy two weeks ago and think about him every day. If she’s not thinking about David, she was right to end it. As much as I wish she’d give someone a true shot, I can’t help wishing I could be more like her and move on with no regrets.

“Have you heard from Leo?” she asks tentatively.

Wednesday, we went out for lunch, and I told her everything.

“No, and I don’t expect to. I hoped by leaving my number that he might reach out, but when each day turned into the next and he didn’t, I gave up hope. I must have imagined the attraction between us, or maybe I felt it and he didn’t.”

“Maybe. But you forget, I was with you, and I saw it too. Hell, I felt it. Maybe he just needs time to come around. You left quickly, thinking the worst. We don’t know where he went. Maybe he was out at the store buying food to make you breakfast in bed.”

I seriously doubt that.

“What do I know about him, anyway? Maybe I did misread the morning, but maybe I didn’t. How would I know? I barely know him.”

“Oh my God. Why didn’t I think of this earlier?” Sierra jumps out of my bed, races over to my dresser, and picks up the laptop.

“What are you doing?”

“You were right. You don’t know him. That’s about to change. We’re going to stalk him on social media.”

That’s not a bad idea. You can learn a lot about a person from social media. I’m excited and nervous about what we might find.

Sierra logs into Facebook and searches Leo’s name. We find him easily, but when we click into his account, we find nothing of interest because it’s private. He does have one hell of a cover photo, though, and we click to enlarge it.

He truly is a fine specimen, and I had my hands on that magnificent body.It’s a picture of him in his swim trunks on a boat, smiling with the ocean behind him, his inky-black hair blowing in the wind, and his bright eyes looking into the camera.

Other than reminding me of how handsome he is, we learn nothing from his Facebook account.

“That sucks. I thought for sure we’d find something,” Sierra says. “On to Instagram. Hopefully, we’ll unearth something there.”

We hit the same roadblock on Instagram. Private account.He must take privacy seriously. Maybe because of his family business?

“Dammit. I thought that would work,” Sierra says.

Stealing my laptop, I open my browser. Leo may have his social media accounts set to private, but something may come up if I search him on the internet.

Typing Leo Knight into the search bar, I hit enter. A lot of articles come up about Knight Casinos and Resorts or Knight’s Industries. Before reading the articles, I hit the images tab, and the page loads with hundreds of images of him. Not just him, though. There are many pictures with others in them too.

Clicking on the first picture, I scroll through them. Most consist of him, but there are a lot that include his family. Sophie is in some of them, even Amber, but I also see Leo with a man. This man is handsome and looks like an older version of Leo. He must be his father.

More family pictures pop up, and I see his mother. She is an attractive woman with long, brown hair. They seem so happy, and his mother and father stare at each other with so much love in their eyes. However, I notice the pictures with his mom seem older. Leo and Sophie are younger, as is his father. Not much, but a little.

“Wow. If that man is his father, Leo will be just as handsome at fifty-five as he is at twenty-five. You won the lottery with this guy, Ky.”

“I didn’t win anything. He’s not mine,” I grumble.

“He may not be right now, but I have a feeling he will be. I still believe you’re wrong about what happened Sunday morning.”

What if I am? That still doesn’t explain why he didn’t reach out. I mean, if it meant something to him, he would have.Beth’s words hit me again.Maybe it wasn’t satisfying for Leo, and that one night is all we will share.

Ugh, I need to stop overanalyzing.

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