Burning Passion: Love Never Die

“Oh,

I guess! If you must, you must!” he said.

“Huh?”

Blair couldn’t make head or tail of what he said. But she soon knew what he meant. Within two minutes, the soldiers all swarmed in like buzzing bees.

“Whoa, small world! Fancy meeting you here, Chief!” one soldier uttered.

“No wonder Chief turned us down. He’s on a date,” a second teased.

“Chief, why don’t you introduce us?” a third complained.

Then he turned to Blair and introduced himself, “Hi, I’m—” Before he could finish, another soldier nudged him aside and said to Blair, “Hi, we’ve met before. I was one of the instructors at your university. The military training?”

Their enthusiasm overwhelmed Blair. She swallowed her food quickly to greet them.

“I’m actually not Wesley’s girlfriend. I bought him dinner to thank him for helping me,” she explained.

But the soldiers looked at each other and snickered, as if Blair were joking. They didn’t buy it at all. This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Even Talbot didn’t believe her. Nor Bowman.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

“Now Blair, don’t be shy,”

Talbot said.

“Chief, can we join you?”

Wesley didn’t reply. He put the peeled shrimp on Blair’s plate and wiped his hands. The soldiers widened their eyes in surprise and started talking quietly about it among themselves.

“I never knew Chief could be so thoughtful. When we ate shrimp, we just ate the shells, too.”

Blair heard them, not sure what to say.

Just then, Wesley called the waiter over.

“We’d Like a private booth.

Do you have any?”

The waiter nodded.

“Yes, sir. We have one left. This way, please.”

The soldiers were thrilled to eat with Wesley and Blair. It was a treat to eat with their boss, but with a beautiful Lady too? Bowman was eager to help.

“Let’s move Chief’s dishes there,” he prompted.