Page 96 of Stormswept Colorado

As it turned out, Teller had asked the clerk from the local independent bookshop to send me a copy of every single current bestseller, plus a selection of the bookshop’s recommended favorites.

I mean,what?

Ricky picked up a hardcover and thumbed through it. “This guy is going all out for you. Is he your boyfriend yet?”

“If you don’t marry him,” Hayleigh said, “I want his number.”

I just stared in awe at the books that now filled my living room. There had to be a hundred at least. “I don’t know what we are. But he’s pretty incredible, isn’t he?”

“Surprised he hasn’t bought you an entire flower shop yet,” Ricky said.

The thought of flowers gave me an uneasy shudder. My stalker had ruined flower arrangements for me, at least for the foreseeable future, and Teller understood that without me needing to say it.

Plus, a bookstore delivery was far more creative.

But I was guilty about how much Teller must’ve spent on this. Thousands?

I slipped into my bedroom and called him. “I can’t believe you sent a bookstore to me. Thank you so much.”

He was in uniform in the driver’s seat of his department SUV,maybe on his way home given the hour. It looked like he’d pulled over to answer my call. “So you like it?”

“I do. It’s over the top in the best way.”

He grinned.

“I just…I don’t want you to feel like you need to spend money on me.” It was no secret that I made a lot more money than he did. I could’ve asked the bookshop to make a bulk delivery myself. Of course, I wouldn’t have thought of it, and it wouldn’t have been nearly so special.

Teller smoothed a big hand over his sharp jaw. “Sweetheart, don’t worry about that. I like doing things for you. Thinking of ways to make you smile.”

Ugh, this man. “Thank you,” I said again. “This made my day.”

When had someone done anything like this for me, ever?

I’d had boyfriends who bought me diamonds and exclusive, expensive trinkets. But nothing that truly meant something to me. Teller knew how to speak directly to my heart.

He wanted to show me that he listened. That he cared. I cared about him too. More with every passing day.

I touched my thumb to his face on the screen. “I really need to see you again.”

He sighed and said, “Soon.”

Unfortunately, I didn’t have much time to talk before I had to jump back in the makeup chair and get ready for my obligatory appearance that night.

On Paul Ruxton’s arm, no less.

But I took a sexy selfie before getting dressed. My hair and makeup were styled, but I still wore my bathrobe. I draped it down around my shoulders, showing the tops of my breasts and giving a sultry pout to my phone camera.

Me

You might see pictures online from the event tonight. But this one is only for you.

Teller

Wow. Will you be thinking of me at your event?

Every minute. Especially later when I’m alone in my bed.

You make me so hard, Troublemaker. Good thing I just got home, because the tent in these gray sweats is very much NSFW.

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