He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 47

Theresia tensed up, instincts on high alert as she tried to pull away. Her voice came out cold and sharp. “What are you trying to do?”

Garry leaned in, his lips cool and close, almost brushing hers. Instead, he moved past, his voice a quiet whisper in her ear. “Don’t push your luck.”

The words sent a jolt through her.

Don’t push her luck? What did he mean by that? Did he know something she didn’t?

A strange, uneasy feeling crept up inside her.

Garry straightened, his posture stiff and controlled. He looked down, meeting her questioning gaze, his eyes suddenly serious. “Let’s go.”

Whatever tension or heat had flickered between them disappeared as quickly as it came, as if it was never really there.

Garry turned away, face closed off, making it seem like that charged moment had been nothing but a trick of her imagination.

Theresia pressed her lips together, then followed him.

Downstairs, the restaurant lobby buzzed with low voices and clinking dishes.

Elliot was talking to Lawrence, explaining that the security cameras had stopped working earlier that afternoon. The repairman wouldn’t be there until tomorrow. No one had any clue who’d been lurking and eavesdropping near the corner.

Lawrence’s expression was stormy. Elliot tried to reassure him. “Lawrence, it was probably just a random guest. Even if they overheard, they wouldn’t know what we were talking about. You really don’t need to stress so much.”

Usually, Lawrence wouldn’t have cared. But ever since the ledger went missing during the three months he’d been in a coma, he couldn’t take any chances.

He shoved his hands in his pockets, muttered, “Keep looking for the ledger,” and walked out of the restaurant.

The second he stepped outside, someone rushed over.

A woman grabbed his arm, her voice sugary and pleading. “Lawrence, I finally found you. You wouldn’t believe how the manager treated me. They wouldn’t let me in, even tossed me out. All I wanted was to see you, but they were so mean to me.”

Lawrence was already in a bad mood. He shook her off, irritated. “Don’t bother me.”

Ophelia stumbled, almost falling, but quickly regained her balance and moved closer again.

She wanted to tell him about the woman she saw earlier, the one who looked eerily like her. But the words stuck in her throat.

Something in her gut told her that woman was trouble. The kind of trouble that could ruin everything.

But that was the only time. After that, Lawrence never touched her again. He didn’t even call.

Ophelia refused to accept it. She wanted more than to be his lover. She wanted to be his wife.

Whoever that woman was tonight, she wouldn’t let her get in the way.

Outside, Garry walked Theresia to the curb. The night in Harrisburg was windy and dark, but the city lights sparkled, busy as ever.

Theresia just wanted to get away from him, but he stood right beside her, making no move to leave.

Standing next to someone as dangerous as Garry made her nerves stand on end. “I can wait for my ride by myself. You really don’t have to stay.”

“Garry.”

“Yeah?”

He glanced at her, his eyes deep and unreadable. “My name is Garry.”

A cool breeze brushed past. Theresia took a second to catch up, then nodded. “I’ll remember that, Garry.”