Chapter 5
WHEN I GOT BACK TO the library, I couldn’t stop thinking about what Christian had said. He was choosing to do this, to be here with me. Not because Matlock told him to, but because he wanted to. My heart fluttered at the thought. I was used to being on my own, relying on myself. The thought of someone wanting to hang out with me because he wanted to was a foreign concept. Regardless, the thought made me feel warm and fuzzy.
My stomach jingled with nerves for the hours before Christian walked in, and when he did, I couldn’t stop the smile lifting up my lips.
I really needed to get that looked at. My behavior was illogical at best.
“See you tomorrow, Hillary,” I said as I stood up and retrieved my bag. “My bodyguard has arrived.”
Hillary grinned at me as she had been all after
