Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 119

"Will you be going?" Jason asked.

Grace nodded. "But you..." She hesitated for a moment. "Do you want to go with me?"

He was quiet for a moment then said, "I have to work overtime the night before. The boss said that I will get triple the rate if I do. How about you give me the address? I will go find you the next day."

"All right,” Grace said.

However, she then bit her lips and said hesitantly, "But when you show up with me over there, some of my relatives might give you a hard time. When that happens, don't mind them."

Jay gave her a faint smile. "Don't worry, I won't pay any attention to it."

At this moment, she was the only person he cared about.

The closer it got to the holiday, the fewer people would be seen on the road. Many people had already returned to their hometowns.

Her mother's hometown was a small town on the outskirts of the city. It was not far away, and it would only take about an hour and a half to get there by bus. Therefore, relatively speaking, she would have to compete for a bus ticket home with many other people who were also looking to get out of the city for the holiday.

While Grace was still booking the tickets, she asked Jason, "Jay, do you have your ID card? I'll book a ticket for you."

As a matter of fact, she had never seen his ID card.

"I have already booked a ticket," Jason said.

Grace did not say anything else after hearing that. Instead, she took out the scarf that she had been hiding in the past few days and helped Jason put it on.

"Is it too short?" she studied the scarf and asked.

"No, it's just right," he said. Her scent seemed to be on the scarf, which made him feel as though he was being surrounded by her scent as well.

"Then, I'll go ahead and finish up knitting the ends of it so that you can wear it. But it will take some more time before the gloves are ready," she said.

He clasped her hands as she fiddled with the scarf.

Grace’s dark eyes lifted to his. Goodness, he was so perfect.

“Grace,” he said, his thumbs tracing tiny circles on her hands. “It’s beautiful.”

Only he wasn’t staring at the scarf, he was looking at her.

Suddenly, all those whisperings from the old ladies rushed to the forefront of her mind. Maybe they could be something more. Maybe this friendship could be something bigger.

As if with a will of its own, her body leaned toward his.

He smiled faintly, his gaze dropping to her lips.

Grace sucked in a breath.

This man… he was more to her than anyone else in her life had been.

And she wanted him. More than she could even admit to herself.

He angled his head and leaned closer.