Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 93

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Helen’s eyes lit up with gossip. “Hold on, what’s this? Are you keeping secrets from me? So you’re turning down blind dates because someone’s chasing after you? Who is it? Do I know him?”

Bonnie didn’t bother to hide anything. She told Helen all about Aiken, straightforward and honest. “It’s not like he’s brought me food a bunch of times. He only did it today because it’s his day off.”

Ever since that day they’d split up at the plaza, Aiken would show up with food when he found a break in his schedule. He knew her stomach was sensitive, so he’d go so far as to make soup himself or stew some meat. Bonnie sometimes felt awkward about it all, especially knowing how insanely busy Aiken was. Even though he barely had time to breathe, he still managed to call her, or just drop by the entrance of her apartment complex.

Sometimes they didn’t really do anything, just stood around talking for a few minutes. Even the security guard had gotten curious one day and asked Bonnie if she and Aiken were dating. She told him no, but deep down, she knew what Aiken felt was more than friendship. He never said it, so she just acted like she didn’t know.

Helen was spreading out a huge, folded blueprint on the table, lining it up so Bonnie could stamp the approval box. This time, instead of getting all excited and telling Bonnie to go for a new relationship, she looked a little worried. “He does sound like a good guy from what you’re telling me. But his job…aren’t you worried? Being with a cop isn’t easy.”

Bonnie smiled, soft and a little distant. “Honestly, it’s not anything like that. We’re just friends for now.”

Helen thought about it for a moment and nodded. “Well, it’s up to you. Whatever you want, I’m here for you.”

Bonnie couldn’t even say whether she liked Aiken or not. Sometimes it felt like she might have lost the ability to really care about this stuff. Whenever she went on arranged dates, as long as the guy didn’t annoy her, she’d give it a shot. If things didn’t work out, it didn’t bother her. She could keep spending her life on her own or let someone in, it didn’t really matter. Nothing really made her feel much of anything anymore, like all her feelings had settled to the bottom and gone still.