Page 35 of Blindly Yours

The doors almost close, but George comes around the corner and stops them with his arm. He straightens the lapels of his jacket and steps inside. “Hey, Rose.” He nods at me. “Juniper.” He gives her a quick glance.

She nods just slightly and shrinks back against the wall. She’s always a little nervous around him. I think it’s partially because she knows he’s vying for CEO, so she wants to make a good impression.

“Did I just hear that you’re talking to someone, Rose?” George asks, leaning against the elevator wall and lifting his arm to check his Rolex.

“It’s nothing,” I reply quickly.

He raises a brow and smirks. “You’ve never been a good liar. Does Mom know?”

I shake my head and press my fingers into my forehead. “No, and please don’t tell her. Let me have this one for a while before she digs her meddling fingers into it.”

“I get it. I won’t tell her.” He looks at me pointedly. “I just hope he’s a better guy than that Carnegie idiot.”

“Never again.” I shake my head.

The elevator dings and George steps out with a smile. “You two going out?”

“Yeah, want to come?” I grin at him because he’s a complete recluse and keeps his nose buried in financial reports, even on Friday evenings, but it’s still fun to ask.

“Absolutely not,” he laughs as we all step out into the lobby. “Oh,” his face grows serious, “be careful tonight. It’s supposed to snow.”

I nod. The weather is calling for flurries late this evening, and I’ve already planned for a longer-than-typical drive.

“And tell Miss Evangeline I say hi.” He turns and adds over his shoulder, “Goodnight, ladies.”

“Goodnight, George,” Junie says so quietly from next to me I’m sure he didn’t hear it.

“He won’t bite, Junie,” I say once he’s out of earshot.

“I know,” she snaps back. “C’mon, let’s go.”

The club is dark and loud when we arrive, and it’s already packed. We make our way to the bar and order drinks. The bartender starts a tab, but I hope we won’t be here long enough to really need one.

“So, what do you know about this guy?” Junie leans against the bar and slips her straw between her lips.

“Who?”

“The guy on the app. What’s his name?”

I stare across the expanse of bouncing bodies on the dancefloor. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know his name?” Her eyes are wide when I look back at her.

“His username is BigSpoon.”

She bursts out a laugh. “I’m sorry,what?”

I roll my eyes. “You know, like the cuddling position. He’s the big spoon…”

“Wow…that’s—”

“Cheesy, I know,” I complete her thought. “But I wrote in my bio that I’m looking for my big spoon, so I guess I’m cheesy too.”

“Not cheesy enough to put it in your username. What’s yours?” She sets her drink down.

“ASingleRose.”

“That’s cute!” she exclaims.

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