Page 111 of Bookworm

Heck yes, I did.

Things I wanted to know: When did they meet? How old was Bianca? She looked older than Bo and me; that was for sure. How long had he been delivering flowers to her door? Why did she ask for him? Did helikethat she asked for him? Did he like…her?

I tried to hold my tongue.

But then…

"Interesting how she asks for you specifically," I blurted.

Bo sighed. "I seeShin's been talking."

"Hmmm. Bianca'swhat, nineteen? Twenty?"

"I think she's 21 actually," he said.

Ah, so she was in college—or at least, college-aged. Maybe Bo liked older women.

"Pretty too," I said just see what he'd say.

"She's not ugly," he replied.

What did that mean?

Blast Bo and his confusing responses.

"Do you…like her?" I asked hesitantly.

He shrugged. "She'sa nice person."

Translation: He liked her.

Awesome.

My fake boyfriend had a regular customer, one who was beautiful beyond words and "nice." That didn't bother me at all. Nope.

"She seems nice."My mouth ran away with me, andI added, "I'm not sure how Mrs. Lee would feel about that hug, though.A littleunprofessional. Don't you think?"

Bo chuckled, and my eyes snapped to his.

"What was that laugh for?"

He shook his head and started the engine.

"Seriously, what?" I demanded.

Bo's gaze met mine.

"You're cute when you're jealous," he said.

"Jealous?Yeah, right."

"Cute when you lie, too."

I hmphed, knowing I couldn't deny it without sounding like a total fibber.

Why was I acting this way? I wondered.Bianca and Bo seemed to be close—but why should I care? Jealousy shouldn't have even entered the equation.

And yet, when I'd seen them together, when I'd seen him earlier with Meech, who I actually liked, it felt like a kick to the chest.

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