He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 56

There was something soft hidden beneath Garry’s stern face, like a secret warmth he didn’t want anyone to notice. He sped up, catching up to her. “Teresa.”

Garry was right there at her side, almost out of nowhere. If he’d followed her out, did that mean he’d only come into the private room for her? Theresia tried not to be overly suspicious, but the things this man had done were hardly what you’d call innocent.

Her eyes turned sharp. “Have you been looking into me?”

Garry’s reply was quiet and heavy. “Marietta told me your name.”

So that was his story. He wanted her to believe he hadn’t done any digging. Theresia wasn’t a child, though. She wasn’t about to buy a story that thin. By now, he probably had her number, knew her hotel, maybe even her room.

She drew a line. “Garry, what I said last time still counts. You don’t need to keep showing up to remind me.”

Garry simply nodded. “Okay.”

Just that? No arguing, no explanation?

She couldn’t figure out what he was really after. Still, giving a guy like this some distance seemed like a good idea.

Theresia looked away, curiosity fading. She picked up her heels and started to walk barefoot, but before she could even put her foot down, she was suddenly lifted off the ground. Garry scooped her up in his arms.

It happened so fast, she barely had time to process it. “Garry, what are you doing? Put me down!”

He walked steadily toward the parking lot, holding her with ease. “My car’s broken. I need a ride. Let me carry you to your car as a thank you. I don’t like owing people favors.”

He sounded perfectly logical, like this was all normal. The problem was, when had she ever agreed to help him? First he crashed her dinner, now he wanted a free ride?

It took her a minute to pull herself together. She turned and looked at him, suspicion all over her face. “Are you close with Lawrence?”

Garry didn’t miss a beat. “Seems like you know him too.”

She didn’t know how much Garry had already uncovered about her past, about those three rough years when she’d barely kept her head above water.

Her hands tightened on the steering wheel. Her mood kept sinking lower. “You’re reading too much into it, Garry. I don’t know Lawrence, not really. I just saw something about Verdant Heights once and found out it was his place. But we’re not headed the same way, so maybe you should—”

Garry cut her off, smooth as ever. “Verdant Heights is mine now. Lawrence gave it to me as a little gift for investing.”

He paused, then added, “Teresa, I don’t like owing people, and I don’t like people owing me either.”