Blair allowed Roman to drop her off near her sister’s place on Sunday morning.
When he pulled up to the curb, he switched the car off. He turned to face her, saying, “Are you sure you don’t need me to come?”
Blair answered truthfully. “No, that will only make matters worse.”
“Well, to stay honest and transparent with you. I’m letting you know I’m driving down there, anyway. There is a property I’m going to be looking at as a weekender. If you need me, call.” Roman shocked her with this. A weekender. Had this been planned before, or was it because they had hooked up? She believed him that he had every intention of looking at a place. Roman didn’t lie or make up stories.
“What property?” Blair hadn’t even known he wanted a weekender. She wondered if she would know the place.
Roman smile
