CHAPTER FOURTEEN

As I slip my ballet flats on and fasten the ribbons of my leotard, my cell rings. I skip over, almos falling as I’m reaching for it.

I see Gavin’s name on the screen and smile. It’s been about a week since the night he held me, comforted me after that horrible dream.

We’ve gone out to lunch almost every day, growing closer and I’ve found so many things I like about him. His laugh when I try to impersonate my family members or friends as I’m telling a story.

His passion for the work his father has done in the technology world, the fierceness in which he speaks when we talk about his sister, Callie.

I’ve learned he’s very protective of the only daughter of James A. Thomas. I’ve learned he will only drink when in the company of people he trusts, for some people will stop at nothing to get close to him and his family.

When he told me that, I was intimidated. The lavish life style he has is something that is not new to me and though it is a lot to take in, Gavin is much more than a bil