Page 68 of Be My Compass

“No. It’s more than that.” She nods to her papers. “That old place might have been a part of the underground railroad.”

I gasp. “You’re kidding!”

“Nope.”

“Brenna, that’s fantastic.”

“Now I just have to convince the city council to see it that way. There’s a ‘sold’ sign on the property and workers going in and out. They’re trying to tear it down and I have to stop it.”

“You think it’ll be that easy?”

She bats her thick eyelashes. "I like a challenge.”

“I know you do.” I laugh. “You’re vicious. That’s why you’re the boss and I’m your beloved employee.”

“You’re fired, remember?”

I climb to my feet and grab my car keys. “I’ll bring back lunch.”

“I want Asian.”

“The Asian’s mine!” I call, trotting to the door.

Brenna’s booming laughter follows me all the way out to my car.

The moment I climb in, I see Kastle’s jacket. I dried it yesterday and set it in a shopping bag to give back to him. Reaching inside, I pull the fabric to my nose and inhale.

Mm.

It stills smells like Kastle. Like ocean. Like happiness.

As I remember the beach, I realize I haven’t posted the pictures up yet. Giggling, I snap through the camera and swipe, looking for the poses that give off the right vibe.

There are far too many to choose from.

Kastle looks perfect in all of them.

He’s happy. Focused on me.

My breath hitches and I close in on a picture. Has he always looked at me like that?

A tremble starts in my hands and surges down through the rest of me.

His lips quirk up just so.

His eyes are half-mast.

My feet tap the floor mats.

What does that look mean? Is it possible…?

No, don’t overthink this.

There’s too much to lose if I’m wrong.

Kastle’s dark eyes and gorgeously chiseled face can turn girls crazy. I’ve seen it firsthand. He’s the kind of intense that looks like he’s flirting even when he’s not.

That look in his eyes is affection.

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