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The words hit Leandro hard because once upon a time, he had thought the opposite.
“She’s not the kind of girl who deserves to be played with, Leandro.”
“I know that, but now it’s too late. My father’s recovered, and I need to undo the damage my pretense has caused. I need to give him a fighting chance during the elections.” His fists clenched. “I need to make everyone believe I’ve changed and right now, only someone like Bobby can make that happen.”
Chapter Six
“Bobby, Bobby!”
The familiar voice made Bobby stiffen and then she started walking – fast. She was practically running, but before she could reach the doors of the restaurant, it was too late. A hand settled on her shoulder. “Bobby!”
When she turned, she had a look of surprise on her face. “Aunt Sam! I didn’t hear you call me!”
“That’s odd, since the whole restaurant but you seemed to have heard me.”
Bobby grimaced. She really should remember that there was no point trading insults with Samantha Christopoulos. It was hard to be sarcastic when the other one was so wonderfully...blunt.She began, “If this is going to be another one of your attempts to convince me that I need to give your nephew another chance—-”
“Oh darling, not at all.” Samantha curled her arm around the younger girl’s and, turning them both around, she walked back into the restaurant’s main dining hall.
Bobby had no choice but to walk with her. “Is this even a coincidence?”
“No,” Samantha admitted cheerfully. “I simply called all your favorite restaurants and told them to call me the moment you booked a reservation with them.”
“You’re scary.”
“I know.”
Bobby frowned. “So...if this is not abouthim,then what is this about?”
Samantha looked surprised. “I didn’t say it wasn’t about him. I just meant that I don’t need to convince you.” She glanced at the balcony and when Bobby followed Samantha’s gaze, that was when she saw...him.
Of course she tried to escape after that, but of course she couldn’t. Samantha was so strong Bobby had to wonder if instead of silicone implants, Samantha had gotten her Beverly Hills doctor to give her steroid injections. How could an old woman be so darn strong?
“I’m not going to talk to him,” she hissed.
“Yes, of course you are, darling. He really has something important to tell you, and I’m sure after that you’re no longer going to be mad at him.”
