Page 110 of Bookworm
"Looks like it to me," Shin put in andthen patted Bo's shoulder. "Don't be embarrassed, man."
"I'm not," he said, shrugging out of reach.
"Wish I had an admirer—especially a hot one like Miss Briggs."
Meech, who'd made her way back to the window, rolled her eyes. "Stop giving him a hard time."
I looked from one to the other. "Who's Bianca Briggs?" I asked.
"Just a client," Bo said, moving to take the clipboard from Shin. "I'm going to go bring a few more arrangements out to the car then we'll be ready to go, Kent."
"Okay," I said.
When Bo was gone, Shin leaned in closer to me. "Bianca's got a thing for Bo," he said. "Don't tell him I told you. He'll go apeshit, but it's true."
"Really?" I asked, looking fromhim and then to Meech. "What's the story there?"
She gave a small shrug. "I'm not sure if she's into him—"
"She is," Shin put in.
"—but she orders something from the shop at least once a month."
"And specifically requests Bo be the delivery man."
I nodded, feeling a bit off kilter all of a sudden. "That must be good for business. I'm glad Mrs. Leegets repeat customers."
"But there's nothing going on between them," Meech hastened to add.
"Right," Shin said. "But that doesn't mean Bianca wouldn't like there to be."
I looked to him when he placed a hand on my shoulder.
"I just didn't want you to besurprised. Don't beworried or anything. Far as I know, Bo's never made a move. Okay, Lottie?"
Swallowing, I shook my head. "I'm not."
He grinned. "Besides, it's doesn't really matter what she wants. Bo's with you now."
"Yeah," Meech said. "Don't worry. It's all good."
"Team BOLO for the win."
Shin and Meech gave me encouraging smiles, but I was still struggling to process the new information. The feelingonly increased when we pulled up to a two-story house, our first stop of the day, and Bo said, "I got this one." He left me in the car—which actually had never happened—and rang the doorbell. A woman came out with a bright smile, flowing red hair that hung to her waist, dressed in a pretty white fitted halter-top dressand nude heels. I wished I couldpull offthat look. Bianca accepted the arrangement from Bo, placed it inside her house, and then they stood there talking. It was funny because Bo hardly ever spoke to anyone, not at length anyway.Five minutes went by. Then seven. At eight-and-a-half, Bianca threw her arms around Bo in a hug.
I lifted a brow as he got back into the car.
"What?" he asked.
"You two seem friendly," I commented.
"She's a client."
"Yeah, and you looked like you enjoy her company."
Bo's eyes met mine. "If you have a question, Kent, just ask."
Did I have questions?
