Page 91 of His Curvy Distraction

“I just hope we get the money we need. The building kit we want is not cheap, but I think it’ll be ideal for us,” Natalie said. She studied her notes carefully. “We have some presale tickets, but not enough to cover everything.”

“People will come,” Amelia assured her.

“Yes, they will. It’s going to be a huge success. Everyone wants the summer camp to work.” I was completely on board.

“That interview you did a few weeks ago helped. We had a lot of calls from people who wanted to help out after that article,” Amelia said.

“I’m happy to hear that. And I’m happy the article was a success,” I said. A bad article about me hadn’t come out since. That didn’t mean I was safe, or that whoever was behind the other articles was done, but it meant things were moving in the right direction.

“What time are you able to be at the fundraiser?” Amelia asked.

I looked at Natalie to answer. I suggested we go together. I wanted to support her, and that meant being there for as much of it as she wanted me to be.

“He’s going to come with me at four,” Natalie said.

“Perfect,” Amelia answered. “Thank you for your help. We definitely could not have done all of this without your support.”

“I’m looking forward to the fundraiser,” I said, meaning it. It was going to be a fun night, and I had no doubt they would meet their goal.

“We’ll see you then,” Amelia stood, making her way out of the office and giving Natalie and I a minute alone.

Natalie glanced at her boss, then turned back to me. “I’m nervous about Saturday.”

“It’ll be good. The scholarships are all set up, and we will announce that on Saturday with the understanding that the summer camp needs to be funded first and anything above your goal will go toward scholarships.”

She drew a breath and let it out slowly, nodding and chewing on her lip.

“What else is going on?” There was something.

“How do I act around you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, it’s a work function, and we’ve been very professional when either of us is at work. But it’s also a social function.”

I reached across my desk for her hand, smiling when she didn’t hesitate to meet me in the middle. “I think we will do whatever feels right at the time.”

“Are you okay with everyone knowing we’re together?”

“Yes. Without question. I am not looking to hide from us.”

“Okay,” she whispered.

“What about you?”

Her gaze snapped to mine, her hazel eyes widening as if the question was ridiculous. “Me? You think I would be ashamed to tell people I am dating you?”

I shrugged. “You asked first.”

“No,” she said with a laugh. “I think people will be more shocked than anything.”

“I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.”

“Me, too.”

I rubbed my thumb along her wrist. She sighed, then pulled back and stood.

“You’re going to make me want to stay here all day.”

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