He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 76

As Garry talked, he casually slipped his business card into her purse.

Theresia was still a little out of it. After a moment, she said, “Garry, you don’t really look like someone who needs another jacket.”

They were sitting so close she could follow the rhythm of his breathing. Garry looked at her, a small, secret smile flickering in his eyes.

“My money isn’t magic. I spend when I need to, but I save when I can.”

Right then, Garry’s cheeks turned a little pink. He gently pulled his jacket tighter around her shoulders, but wouldn’t quite meet her gaze.

Theresia noticed something was off. She dropped her eyes and realized with a jolt that one of the buttons on her blouse had come undone.

She quickly buttoned it back up. Embarrassment, awkwardness, and anxiety crashed over her all at once.

He must have seen. That had to be why he suddenly acted that way.

She stared down at her shoes, feeling like the air inside the car had turned heavy and thin. She didn’t say a word, deciding silence was safer.

By the time they reached her hotel, she was so flustered she practically tumbled out of the car. She mumbled a rushed goodbye and didn’t look back once.

As soon as she left, Warren turned the air conditioning lower. He shook a pill out of a bottle and handed it to Garry.

“Garry, you should take your medicine.”

Garry was Barnett’s son, born late in his father’s life. He’d always been frail, with a strange condition that made him extra sensitive to heat. If it got too warm, he could barely breathe, but his body always felt cold, cooler than most people’s.

There was no cure. The doctors had said he’d be lucky to make it to thirty.

Garry was twenty-nine now. If the doctors were right, he only had a year left.

That’s why the George family was desperate for him to track down his older brother’s lost son, the one who’d been raised somewhere else, to take over the family someday.

The car pulled away from the curb. Trees and neon lights slid past the windows, but Garry’s mind was somewhere else completely.

He couldn’t stop replaying that moment. Her skin, soft and creamy, the gentle curve he’d glimpsed. It was the first time he’d ever actually seen a woman’s chest, even if it was just for a second. The image burned fresh in his mind, sending his heart racing.

Meanwhile, Theresia rushed into her hotel room and peeled off Garry’s jacket. Her face was still burning.

She’d never been so embarrassed. If there had been a hole in the ground, she would have gladly disappeared.

At least Garry had been a gentleman about it. He hadn’t made it worse.

She splashed cold water on her face, trying to cool down. Leaning on the sink, she stared at her reflection. Her cheeks were still bright red. There was really nothing she could say about it.

She needed to think about something else. Just then, she remembered what Garry had told her in the car.

She walked out of the bathroom, grabbed her phone, and called Farris.