Page 7 of The Forever Rule

I’m afraid to. But I assume you’re the eldest from the way you’re trying to take care of everything and texted me outside of the chat.

I frowned, wondering how this person could know this.

That was a little too intuitive and it made me uncomfortable.

Me:

And what’s your name?

Me:

It seems only fair to ask.

Unknown Number:

Well, since you haven’t asked for my location yet, I guess I can’t be too worried about you being a serial killer.

Me:

I feel like I should be the one worried.

Unknown number:

Blakely. My name’s Blakely.

Me:

Well, Blakely. It is nice to meet you.

Blakely:

Nice to meet you as well. Although this isn’t how I usually talk to men on phones or even on the internet. I don’t like things like that. In fact, I should probably put my phone down before I realize you’re a scam.

My lips twitch, and I did the one thing I should have done this whole time, I Googled the number.

And because the internet always showed everyone’s secrets unless you knew how to hide them, I found it far too easily.

Blakely Graves.

I didn’t look beyond the first page, but I wanted to make sure that she wasn’t a scammer or anything. But Blakely Graves was a real person. And the photo attached to her profile that came from a job search site made my breath catch.

Gorgeous light eyes, blonde waves falling past her shoulders. And hell. Now I felt like the stalker here. Maybe I was the one asking for too much.

Me:

Anyway, I have to get back to work. But sorry for interrupting your day.

Blakely:

I’ve had a long and tedious day. So thanks for making me laugh. And you should totally cook for them. Not just do catering. At least one time.

I rolled my eyes.

Me:

Did you see how many of them there are? No thanks. Plus I don’t want to poison them.

Blakely:

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