Page 33 of Let Me Hold You


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Her phone rang, as if on cue.

Forsythia.

“I’ll take care of this.” Levi started to clean up the counter.

Maggie took her phone and walked away. “Hi Forsythia. What’s up?”

She walked through the maze of boxes to the closed-off sunroom that was now an extra sitting room with a couch that doubled as a pull-out bed. She sat on the couch and looked outside. Trees with bare branches scattered across the yard, and among the trunks, she spotted Levi’s pickup truck parked in the driveway on the other side of the small grove.

“Do you know who I’m having dinner with on Tuesday night?” Forsythia got down to business.

“Yes, I do.”

“But you can’t tell me.”

“No.”

“Per Alden, isn’t it?”

“It’s a part of our arrangement.”

Forsythia sighed. “Last time he hid something from me, it ended up being a prank.”

“What was the prank?”

“That I would be invited to a cooking show. It didn’t happen. It was April Fool’s Day. I didn’t know it was already April then.”

“Was this back in Savannah?”

“Yeah. Alden was trying to cheer me up because I had a hard time. That’s what friends are for, he said.”

Friends. Here we go again.

Maggie wanted to rethink all this friendship thing. Why couldn’t she just tell Levi that she loved him? Then again, if he rejected her, wouldn’t she feel embarrassed?

So now she was running away. Levi had been right.

“If not for Chef Stephanos, I wouldn’t have agreed to the blind date,” Forsythia said.

“What exactly did Alden tell you?”

“That it takes a month to get a dinner reservation, and his architect friend gave it up so that I could have this blind date. How could I turn down eating at Stephanos for free?”

Free.

That meant Levi was going to pay a pretty penny for dinner where it would cost an upward of a hundred dollars per person—and more if they drank alcohol.

Thankfully, Levi didn’t.

Maggie didn’t know if Forsythia was a drinker, since they had only known each other as coworkers and they had never met after hours.

“Alden also said there is a possibility that Chef Stephanos might stop at our table. I would love to meet him. I’m going to bring two cookbooks for him to sign.”

“You’re going to bring cookbooks to your blind date?” Maggie wondered what Levi would think if he knew that Chef Stephanos was more important to Forsythia than Levi.

“Tell me about my blind date.” Forsythia sounded excited. “Don’t tell me his name. See if I can guess.”

“Oh?”

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